I Chip Away

Cause I'm Not Ok

So I

I Chip Away

Poked A Hole Right Into Myself

And Inside I Found Someone

Who Said I Was O.K.

Still I Don't Feel Easy



On This Tree

Among The Blossoms

Caustically

I Am The Thorn

Close My Eyes To Take Up Spare Time

I Wish I Just

Could Be Where The Crowd Goes

With The Crowd

They Must Be Going Somewhere



Up From The Catacombs

I Ran Into The Angel Again

He Took The High Road

And I Took The Low Road

We Both Were Dirty Faces

We Both Were Dirty Faces



I Don't

I Don't

I Don't

Don't Feel Easy

I Don't

I Don't

I Don't

Don't Feel Easy