Kool Sunday Schizophenia
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Watching him jump as the covers brush his bony legs
Watching him squirm as the nothingness grabs at his head
It's the overplayed song on the radio
Scrape of a knife against glass
But when I look into his eyes, there won't be much there
It's hard to feel sad for him now when there won't be much left
He's confused again
Oh
He's confused again
Oh
He's confused again
Oh
And lord, if I could
I'd save him from himself
Himself
Whispering things in his sleep as if I'm not right here
Whispering nothings and praying it reaches his ears
It's the make-believe calls on the burner phones
Overdose on apomorphine
But when I look into his eyes, I hope somethings there
I'm tryna feel sad for him now when there won't be much left
He's confused again
Oh
He's confused again
Oh
He's confused again
Oh
And lord, if I could
I'd save him from himself
Himself
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
It's hereditary
He's confused again
Oh
He's confused again
Oh
He's confused again
Oh
And lord, if I could
I'd save him from himself
Himself