Pills

Where's my pills?
The one's that kill
To kill away any feelings of desire
I've been reaching for a plane
That's only getting higher and higher

Waste all day
Trying to play

A funny game that no one's really laughing at
If I could find a map to love
I'd tattoo it on my back

Wish I was nothing
Wish I was you
Wish I could just be alone, but I like the abuse

Who am I fooling?
I am only human

Wrapped in skin
No one wins

It seems to me at least I'm always on the phone
Receiving signals from a savior sick at home

And now I know I guess that somewhere's a box
That harbors all our many thoughts and it feeds them to our tiny minds
I'm going blind on this telephone line