Last week when I met up with my therapist
She said I was looking bad
Cause I was all wrapped up in a fluffy???
With the worst haircut I ever had
Oh, swollen eyes,??????, I had big shades but she could tell
That it must have been a week or so
Since I last saw the sun
But I am still burning
Every day I am learning
If the fire is still inside of you
From the moment you wake up
You can try hard
It wouldn't go out
Well, I charge them by the hour
And I won't need no receipt
Almost like a hooker
Only fucked by what I'm beat
Well, sometime I have trouble
With looking at myself
'Cuz the mirror shows a junkie
Only awake???
But I am still burning
Every day I am learning
If the fire is still inside of you
From the moment you wake up
You can try hard
It wouldn't go out
Last night when I was at my psychotherapist
She asked me what was wrong
'Cuz I must have sounded like a wookie in a cage
Whinin' on the phone
So I told her everythin' that was to tell
That life wasn't playing fair
And that my lack of a daily routine
Ruining my hair
Well, I mostly work odd hours
And I fuss myself to sleep
And when I have the power to go out
I'm just a creep
My friends they ask
What's going on
In the geezer's head
Well, the truth is I'm not there with them
I'm waiting for the beat
But I am still burning
Every day I am learning
If the fire is still inside of you
From the moment you wake up
You can try hard
It wouldn't go out