“I close my eyes and I slip away,
These things seem to happen more than not these days.
I’m getting lost and tossed around in this mess of pains,
I think I’m tremblin and frownin and tired of your stupid game.
It seems I never have the the time,
To make my mind feel fine.
Just locked inside this glass box looking out the window for you.
It seems I never feel fine.” - Jay Reatard