When you close your eyes and count backwards from five Aren't you glad to be alive?

I could get used to this, I could get used to this

No help, no help

Lately I've been thinking that they probably can't relate to me 'Cause it's possession not possessions that'll finally set me free

'Cause I'm thinking over what it's all about I'm floating on under the sun Floating into orbit with the satellites Fall into a sea when I am done

Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing

Breathing in the cool air Conditioned for your comfort, built to last Humming with approval But living carbon neutral fogs the glass

I'm in town, but my head is not

Sometimes I know I blow your mind But will it be your hand or mine? Decide

Now that my health returns as your heart explodes Into tiny pieces that don't matter

Cut to a word from our sponsors I sit down at the desk

If you're for real and not pretend Then I guess you can hang with me

Chips and a small Coke Touchscreens playing old shows

Lately I've been skeptical Silent when I would used to speak Distant from all around me Witness me fell, become weak

Do you think they'll build the wall? I don't know

Goodbye Tommy You'll be missed Cherish the last three kisses on your lips Oh, Tommy, poor Tommy

I cleansed myself, and wiped my memory I watched the coast pull close in a western bay

Everything was right, yeah everything was right Everything felt right

Hold tight You can wish me luck but don't throw me a lifeline A quick decline Hit rock bottom and wait for the green light

I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out I feel like I am down, I'm down without a doubt