So get caught Or quit life Whatever you want I got fucked Too quick Perfectly too blunt I know what I need (shiny meds) All at once, my form of lent Cure me (I'm cured, I think) It's too early for disease And I'm clean Cleaner but still not a saint I wash my hands too fast, I plugged my head into a empty glass But I swear I'm fine, still not a saint, but more or less refined I washed my hands in brass, I fear I'll drown in a holy bath Cure me Deliver me into a body with less insecurity But I turned around this time And I'll leave without regard to me and mine I came to you when I couldn't shut anything out I promised myself that I wouldn't melt into the ground But here I am, in an earthly, woolen bed Making friends with the far too many thoughts in my head I swear I'm fine Oh God, I hope I'm fine You're always so welcoming I'm always too anxious Too quiet and discreet I'm perfectly incospicuous Can't you tell me I'm too tired to think To get the words out of my mouth Just let them die in their own clout