Or you could say I make it up
Fill yourself with crap
Inner, innermost, most person
Wonder why it's so easy

Self-inflictedness
Feeling good to not feel bad
Anesthetizing, never-minding
What goes in, is coming out
Inner, innermost, most person
Someone else would throw me down
And comes around too late
Bigger than the biggest head
I wish and wish and wish
To be the way I hate
It's so hard to turn around and say, yeah
Habit-forming hang together
No one comes around now
It's no fair it takes so long
It's no fair it takes so long
You could dare to be
To feel the way I hate
I knew I'd go down today
No one comes around now

You can't escape that

Repetitious habit-forming

Someone else would come around
It's so hard to be
And crash into myself
And comes around too late
I wanted to be real
Wonder why it's so easy
Like it's supposed to like I'm used to
But not as empty
Is way too weird for me
It's so hard to turn around and say, yeah
I wish and wish and wish