on a tv that no one saw

Flatsound

It's crazy, isn't it?
How much they call you crazy
And it may be figurative
It's just they called my mother crazy

It just rolls off the tongue
When you swear that you don't even mean it as an insult
You can go where you want
And I can't

It's got to the point where I'm not destroyed
At least not quite like I used to be
It hits me in waves, and it spits in my face
And I'll say thank you and go back to sleep

And you ask me how I always do that
I said I guess I've always had to practice
But if I can only go and do that
Without placing my body on the mattress

Post-modern art, Kaiser hospital, parking lot
Rose, corner-shot, on a Tv that no one saw

And you ask me how I always do that
I said I guess I've always had to practice
But if I can only go and do that
Without placing my body on the mattress

It would change my life
You would change my life