The Lyrics
I'm seeing people in my Rice Krispies,
I just ran around the world, did you miss me?
There're twenty people that all share my face,
At twelve I'm a teenager,
At one, I'm a park ranger,
This is what my life is like everyday,
I've got paranoia,
And insecurity,
I've got physical tourettes,
Split personalities,
I have hallucinations,
And violent tendencies,
And I don't know where to go, nothing is adding up, because,
I gotta get therapy,
Maybe with some help, I can get my head back on straight,
I gotta get therapy,
I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you,
To see me at eight,
I can't walk past the deli alone now,
Or I'll be attacked by a pink cow,
Gandhi is living in my Tupperware,
I can't even sleep, I'm just too nervous,
About conspiracies of the postal service,
And I think aliens are contacting my derriere,
I've got paranoia,
And insecurity,
I've got physical tourettes,
Split personalities,
I have hallucinations,
And violent tendencies,
And I don't know where to go, nothing is adding up, becuse,
I gotta get therapy,
Maybe with some help, I can get my head back on straight,
I gotta get therapy,
I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you,
To see me at eight,
I am a hostage,
To my personalities,
How can these other people even live in this messed up me?
All I'm askin' is for you to do what you can with me,
And maybe I could be put back on the streets,
I've got paranoia,
And insecurity,
I've got physical tourettes,
Split personalities,
I have hallucinations,
And violent tendencies,
And I don't know where to go, nothing is adding up, because,
I gotta get therapy,
Maybe with some help, I can get my head back on straight,
I gotta get therapy,
I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you,
To see me at eight,
I've fought this for so long,
I should let you in,
I'm still seeing angry leprechauns,
And all I'm tryin' to do is save my own brain,
Oh, it makes me insane,
Me insane