I got magic in my head, magic up my nose, magic coming out my fingers, magic crying out my eyes. I've got magic everywhere I fucking look. I can't fight it either, I wish I could. Step foot down Hold him to the ground Whine though he may, you've got some bills to pay It's all I've ever known it's everything until I say so, you say "so say so." Okay, I've got lots of friends in rather dry places I've got lots of pills in my pocket If you want some, I'd like to share With you and everyone that you care about. But I don't know what to do for you? Do you care I don't know what's best for you Sick and dying I've been spending all my time Sleeping of concious debts and licking bags clean of everything I love and anything I can carry around I'm a restless rat strun up and burnt out. Losing my fur to the wind Catching looks from baby, white mice Bastards in a black weeping vice. But sometimes, the sunlight It just won't let me cry When leaves tickle my arms I can't help but let my mouth sing. Sing out words of trust In a language I still don't comprehend What does meaning mend in the end? I don't know what to do for you I don't know what's best for you I don't know what to do for you I don't know what's best for you But sometimes, the sunlight It just won't let me cry When leaves tickle my arms I can't help but let my mouth sing. Sing out words of trust In a language I still don't comprehend What does meaning mend in the end? In the end