Little bit of a new song that I’m writing.
Sometimes when I’m sleeping deep and sound,
I’ll wake and pick my gui-tar off the ground.
I’ll strum a tune and I’ll sing a song
But I’m kind of a loon and there’s nothing wrong with me.
I’m just crazy.
They locked me up when I was twelve,
They never knew that I would delve
So far into this state of mind once more.
Then came thirteen and I was free
But nothing quite as it should be
Until they found me on the bathroom floor.
Yeah that’s all I have for now.