I've heard the chorus is gospel and verses the blues But all that I'm hearing lately, I wish to refuse Fragments spin out of order like some bullshit novel Some days are good, every morning is awful I lay there for hours awaiting relief But it never comes before the sun through the leaves So I walk to the park where I know I can see That new purple light coming and let it envelop me Envelop me I keep falling in a hole, covered with leaves Tripping on the same trap I just can't seem to beat I'll say I'm gonna change and I'll start picking up my things But I'm just lying to myself, I can't get out of bed on Sundays I don't think there's any accidents Even if I'm choking on it, I have no defense No matter what I do and no matter what I think There's nothing in the world for me or that I want to be I want to be I could try to paint a picture, like a basket of fruit But this still life is trembling and I am following suit All the noises surrounding this blanket I'm under Was it the wind, or was it rolling thunder? Oh, what if you met me for the first time today? Would you bother with acquaintance? Would I seem ok? How will you remember me when all's said and done? Have you ever seen me at my best? Oh, has anyone? Has anyone?