A Times Beach Crush Factor - Gold

Imagine if you can
Photos lining the walls of a room
That won't stay in tune
Just keeps on spinning me around
Asking how much do i love the sound of discontent
It's written on these cigarettes
Every night they crawl up from under my bed and promise me
Everything will be just fine if i swallow that fist full of pills

I'm caught up in this room of mine
And can't seem to find one picture i like
Oh they all scream the same thing
Just replicas of who i thought i was
Or who i am going to be
Some pre-adult adolescent
Learning to sing himself to sleep so he won't think

Stand back and look at the marks that i made today
They're so straight and organizеd
Perfectly carved onto my arms
Cut with closе precision
Too pretty to be called reasons
They are just excuses and they are just as useless as
I am to the voices that shout in my house
Maybe i should listen to them
After all they're the ones who pulled me out
I'm the one night after night whispering help
I'm caught up in this room tonight
I can't seem to find one reason why
I'm so stupid and clueless and used to the music that makes up my life
Oh if i could find the time
To tell someone i'm bleeding from the inside
And can't get myself back out

You might think i'm all this up
But to tell you the truth
I really wish i was
I really wish i was
Making this up

Imagine if you can
A voice so lost he doesn't know which way to turn
The left and the right get mixed up in the
Absence of sunlight just keeps fucking him up
He's got the long range advantage
Act happy and never let them see your face
They won't know you'll do it
And you've got the pills
To prove it

I'm caught up in this life of mine
Can't seem to find
One reason why i should try and stay alive
And fear that i might find
Someone who's body's just as warm as mine
But this bottle looks bigger and better than ever
All that's left to do
Is swallow what's inside