Odd

My foot's asleep and so is my brain. If I'm in pain then I don't feel it, my face should reveal it. I am grinning as they're cutting me in half, and all I can do is laugh.

I am frantically flailing, woozy inhaling these fumes that don't put me to sleep. Taking drugs that wont cure me, so I'll just stay pure please relinquish those secrets you keep

I am cold unfeeling and odd
and you should thank god
that we are on separate sides of the state. Hope you're OK
at least i gave you something to hate