Trippy Me

I want to dance and sing and write all day in poppy fields With my best friends, an acoustic, and a pair of bongos I want to feel sublime and remember that lovin’ is what I got But there's so much angst inside I still gotta mosh I wanna break free of everything constricting me And run away to a state where no one knows my name There's this place inside my head I visit when I need to get away There's a field of wheat and some magnolia tress, plaid blankets in the shade Painted faces and long hair Music floats through the breeze But then the bell rings and I wake up as everyone runs out the door Wish I could remember that the deaf, dumb, and blind kid plays a mean pinball So I’m back on the streets of downtown A pissed off chick from middle class suburbia With all this rage inside So I’ll go to the show with my spiky collar And scream with sweat blood and booze running down my face Until there's nothing left There's this place inside my mind No one knows about Where I go to escape Happiness comes from smiles not the other way around The sun never rises, never sets There are just rays of light and clouds There's this person inside my head that I’d like you to meet, She's me only better She's free Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 22 2002 04:08 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13