My brains not a brain its a tombstone

With dark vines creeping up the concrete

My hearts black and blue yeah its two tone

But I just consider it an art piece

You can walk into the gallery and stop and stare

Hear the people talkin 'bout what it might mean

They all got opinions that they're sure of

All of 'em being right well that's unlikely

Its kinda likely I might be in psyche

With bad sight my insightfulness took a hike with

No laces threaded up through my Nikes

A nice night for a bite of impending plight please

The paths rough there's no way to put it nicely

The airs heavy theres no way to put it lightly

Its dead quiet the voices are pretty frightening

I need a therapist but that shits pretty pricey

I got a friend though I guess I'll call him up

See if he's got some time because I've had enough

See if I'm out my mind I'm trying to call my bluff

I've got a crippling condition and some other stuff

I need advice I don't want it

Need a life Need some money and a house that isn't haunted

I need a coffee and some steak too

I'll have them at the same time I'm just hoping to make a breakthrough

I'll break through the walls that have kept us distant

I envision a different set of conditions

No pessimism just positive proposition

Perpendicular pieces put in position

Listen I don't mean to give a speech

But you know that I'm a dreamer even if its out of reach

Look I don't mean to give a speech

But you know that I'm a dreamer

I don't want to hold you back from happiness

I don't want to hold me back from happiness

I don't want to hold us back from happiness

My brains not a brain its a tombstone