Have you ever woken up and wondered
Where you are and why you're naked?
You are now listening to Headache
I used to take my breakfast off of a mirror
Now I just walk around
And stare at people in the park
You think I care about what's happening to me?
Even my demons have demons
When I last saw Monica
She told me she never wanted to see
Or speak to me ever again in her life
She doesn't get it
Nobody gets it.
I can't remember the last time I got a good night's sleep
If you really think about it
Life shouldn't feel this strange
If I could just figure out what the old woman wearing that
Salmon pink snakeskin jacket wants from me
I'd feel a whole lot better
Doesn't she have a job?
Do I have a job?
It's not normal to sit outside
Someone's apartment the whole night long
But then again
What is normal?
Do you think I'm normal?
Say I'm normal
Please for fucks sake
Please say I'm normal
I don't know what you want from me.
I could never do that
Contemplation shit
Someone told me once that if you have more than three
Major concussions before the age of seven your fucked.
I had eight.
And anyway I'm not interested in knowing.
I'm just tired. So tired
Something went wrong
Something went really wrong a long way back,
And now I don't know
Now I'm just doing this.
One morning you wake up and you want to shave your head
Because the insects living up there have
Started to throw parties they aren't inviting you to.
And you tell me I'm crazy?
I just want to live.
I just want to feel something
Anything
Anything
There's so much in the world,
There's good, bad, mad, sad, ugly, happy.
But I just love beauty
I think about my friends sometimes, their lives, their failures.
They don't know where I am
I wonder if they miss me.
I miss their stories
The stuff they leave unfinished
The words they leave behind,
The good they drag after them
And the destruction they create,
But above all,
Above All, I remember the love.
I remember sitting on my uncle mario's knee
While he told me about the man he killed
In the embarcadero in august 1999.
I remember the girl with pigtails in her hair asking me
Why I looked so sad when I was supposed to feeling happy.
I remember climbing on a statue in my grandmother's garden
While serious guys in suits walked around talking to each other.
There was a lot of blood around back then
A lot of laughter, but a lot of blood too.
And I mistook laughter for love.
I forgot the colour where I came from.
Now my taste is me, and
Sometimes it's a little too sour.
The streets are so dead.
How is it so easy to leave this world behind?
It feels like the world's a dream,
Right up until I remember the smell of her hair blowing in the wind.
You aimed for my eyes
But you forgot that the heart is where all the action is
This one goes out to all the ghosts
I love you...