Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and canâ't move Awake but cannot open my eyes And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breathe And I hope someone will save me this time And your mother's still calling you insane And I swear that it's different this time And you tell her give in to the demons that possess her and that god never blessed her insides Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things Crawl back into bed to dream of a time when Your heart was open wide and you loved things just because... Like the sick and the dying
And sometimes when you're on You're really fucking on And your friends they sing along And they love you But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in it's absence But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile And you'll be better and you'll be smarter And more grown up and a better daughter or son And a real good friend And you'll be awake You'll be alert You'll be positive though it hurts And you'll laugh and embrace all your friends And you'll be a real good listener You'll be honest You'll be brave You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful You'll be happy
Your ship may be coming in You're weak but not giving in To the cries and the wails of the valley below And your ship may be coming in You're weak but not giving in You'll go out fighting all of them