My ship went down in a sea of sound. When I woke up alone I had everything: a handful of moments I wished I could change, and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade. In a city of fools I was careful and cool, but they tore me apart like a hurricane. A handful of moments I wish I could change, but I was carried away.

Give me therapy. I'm a walking travesty, but I'm smiling at everything. Therapy, you were never a friend to me and you can keep all your misery.

My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd. I think that keeping this up could be dangerous. I'm flesh and bone, I'm a rolling stone, and the experts say I'm delirious.