I'm a standup comic who is afraid to tell a joke
Your savior came down. He said "I have no hope"
I want to tell you more but there's something under my bed
It's under my bed, under my bed
Save your tears they're not for me
The sound of the freeway helps me sleep
I need you more than anything
Is that okay? is that okay?
As the wave holds you down the water stings your eyes
My librarian thinks she's losing all her sight
So I read her Joan of Arc and how they burned her alive
They burned her alive
Save your tears they're not for me
Bow down in front of the King and Queen
The jester laughs himself to sleep
Is that okay? is that okay?
Memories are sacred, Memories are pure
I just can't recall them no more
Sometimes they last, sometimes they pass
I just can't remember, I just can't remember