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Chain Smoking Cathedral

 

photography by Wendy Fletcher

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My feet are on the grass, but there's apples in my heart
And all the while I've been waiting and it's tearing me apart
I knew I should have known to never tell no one
And everything that's been killing me are just some
Chemicals gone bad in my head

The doctor took me in, he said, " you've been a bad son
You can hardly climb that mountain just running from everyone
So take a few steps back and measure up your life
I can try and ease your troubles but i can't erase your past "

Can you believe this time I want to try?

So I looked him in the eye and he scribbled down some notes
The chair was cold and heavy and the air was in my throat
He said, " tell me how it happened, how long has it been? "
well I haven't felt happy in a long time and I'm frightened by the state I'm in
I'm sick of feeling nothing when nothing's going wrong
And I'm siting here like some stranger just staring at the wall

Can you believe this time I want to try?
Can you believe this time I don't want to die?
I don't want to die

So i went on back to the parlor but the doctor wasn't in
So the nurse gave me a blanket and she kissed me on the chin
She said that fears are like comets just floating above our eyes
And ignorance is a parachute if you're reading between the lines
I'm a chain smoking cathedral, I'm a stretched out rubber band
And my music is my salvation, this much I understand

Can you believe this time I want to try?
Can you believe this time I don't want to die?
I don't want to die