I'm a schizophrenic poem swimming laps in a ballpoint pen nI'm just a little shy of knowing the differences between me and them nI wake in the light of another gray sky sunrise nOne more faded shade of tragedy to transcend nnI'm calculating the distance between bed and bath nThe benefits of good oral hygiene and the uselessness of math nI'm a willing heiress to my own demise nI trespass on bits of sorrow lashed end to end nnI want to feel like there is more to this nThan a pocketful of days strung up nLike cheap tinsel on a dying tree nCheap tinsel on a dying tree nnGod skipped town with a suitcase full of deodorant spray and chewing gum nSo it's hard to have faith in anything even the saviors on the run nEver since that day we looked into the sky nHeard buy canned cream corn, plastic wrap, bottled water and bb guns nnI want to feel like there is more to this nThan a pocketful of days strung up nLike cheap tinsel on a dying tree nCheap tinsel on a dying tree nnWe're all Republicans in training or so it seems nAnother generation of muscle for the American machine nBut remember what Mary Jones said about changin' the scene nYour voice is more powerful than CNN and ABC nOpen your mouths and scream