nobody knows everything, we know this to be true
everything is difficult except what's in front of you
but it's complicated even under your nose
bullshit math equations, your highs and your lows

and your manic depression, it comes and it goes
your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
and you're in fight or flight mode

how's the world so small when the world is so large?
and what made the world? could i please speak to who's in charge
everything is real, but it's also just as fake
from your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake

and your manic depression, it comes and it goes
your parasympathetic nervous system reacts
and you're in fight or flight
you're in fight or flight
you're in figh or flight mode


i tried to know which words to sing
so many times
and i tried to know which chord to play
i tried to make it rhyme
and i tried to find the key
that all good songs are in
and i tried to find the notes to make
that great resounding din
there's a bad man in everyone
no matter who we are
there's a rapist and a nazi
living in our tiny hearts
child pornographers and cannibals
and politicians too
there's someone in our head waiting to fucking strangle you

so here's to you, mrs. robinson
people love you more, oh nevermind
oh never mind
in-fucking-fact, mrs. robinson
the world doesn't care whether you live or die
you live or die
in-fucking-fact, mrs. robinson
they probably hate to see your stupid face
your stupid face
so here's to you, mrs. robinson
you live in an unforgiving place


whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.

for four fortnights i have fled from
my fortress
foraging forests five footsteps in length
fortitude found within forty-ounce bottles
flowing like flies from your face
from your face
my neighborhood it's been filled brim
with black cats
and when i go driving they walk
in my path
everytime
all the time

la da da da dum, da da dum, da da dum
la de da de dum, da da dum, da da dum
laaaaaaa da dum, da da dum, da da dum ,da da dum, da da dum

first we were babies, we're birthing and dying
and then we were children, we're playing and crying
and then we're teenagers, and smoking and drinking
but now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
and liking, melarching and licking our wounds
we created the lusting and lying, to
ourselves
and to others

we're sadly sighing
we're sadly sighing
we're sadly sighing
we're sadly sighing

i'd like to be
a big ball of meat
that bees can buzz all around
and eat
when i die
so i might be granted some sense of purpose.


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Mental Health Waltz song meanings
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