When strangers stare at me on the street - I'm not quite sure that they're real! I don't know if they can see, taste, hear, smell, or feel! I'm having - day terrors! Day terrors! Surrounded by men dressed like, pallbearers… And I'm feeling like the living dead... And I just can't get out of bed... I'm gonna drift - drift away instead... Monday is real and is Tuesday is in my head! The doctor said I shouldn’t eat this and that - The doctor called me fat - Overweight, obese, in fact - He’s making me feel the cards are really stacked - Strangers stare at me on the street - And I’m not quite sure that they're real! I don't know if they can see, taste, hear, smell, or feel! I'm having - day terrors! Day terrors! Invaded by intruders dressed like, pallbearers… And I'm feeling like the living dead... And I just can't get out of bed... I'm gonna pull the covers up instead... Is Wednesday real or is Thursday is in my head? A blind man told me I was damned - As in his hand is a beggar's can... He’s got glory tales of atrocities - Believes in somewhere he’s never been - So when strangers stare at me on the street - I'm not quite sure that they're real! I don't know if they can see, taste, hear, smell, or feel! Sick of all the psychos - up on the fourth floor- maybe a bit premature in sidestepping to the door - If I could just write an anticlimactic book about my life – Resulting in poor dividends - it still would be quite nice… And when staring strangers creep up on the curb - I don't know if they're real! I don't know if they can see, taste, hear, smell, or feel! I'm having - day terrors! Day terrors! Expected to act just like some, standard bearer… And I‘d rather misplace the mold instead... And I guess I can't get out of bed... I wish I'd wake up instead... Friday is real and the week ends... And when strangers creep up on the curb - I'm not sure that they're real! I don't know if they can see, taste, hear, smell, or feel! It really comes as no surprise – With the eventual demise – That the sun… Would no longer shine –
