Raised in Calcutta
I've been trading away my whole life
Sadness for numbness
Numbness for bliss
I can't imagine anything else but this
I'm hacking off the parts that I'd like to hear
I'm choking on the words of the things I like
I'm getting good at throwing away what I want
Right after I make amends
I've spent half my life trying to get in ground
I'll spend half my life trying to get back out
I've spent half my life getting ready to go
I'll spend half my life making my way back home
I've spent half my life remembering lines
I'll spend half my life clearing my mind
I've spent half my life avoiding my work
I'll spend half my life trying to come to terms
These things happen to other people all the time
There's not an exception for mine