on a tv that no one saw - Flatsound

It’s crazy, isn’t it?

How much they call you crazy

And it may be figurative

It’s just they called my mother crazy

It just rolls off the tongue

And you swear that you don’t even mean it as an insult

But you can go where you want

And I can’t

It’s got to the point where I’m not destroyed

At least not quite like I used to be

It hits me in waves, and it spits in my face

And I say «thank you» and go back to sleep

And you ask me how I always do that

I said «I guess I’ve always had the practice»

But if I can only go and do that

Without placing my body on the mattress

Post-modern art, Kaiser hospital parking lot

Rose, corner shot, on a TV that no one saw

And you ask me how I always do that

I said «I guess I’ve always had the practice»

But if I can only go and do that

Without placing my body on the mattress

It would change my life

It would change my life