I went to somebody’s house to ‘play’
I didn’t like it at all everyone was
Dull shapes and I was the only bright spark
There was a police show on television
And I was shuttering in more air than the vacuum cleaner
I pleaded to return home
The cruel police is always after me
Don’t you know
I call the shrink Mr. Man
Because he is just so
He tells me I have schizophrenia
Everyone tells me it’s a catastrophe
I think it’s too long a word to be me
If I stay at home very tranquil
Being a heroine or a singer
I will get well
Because they have the courage I need
To stop myself from ramming
A jarful of baby blue pills down my throat.
I will, I will.