I’m a manic depressive,

You’re an obsessive compulsive

I’m on a come down, your cleaning the house

Down but always clean

You’re too clean but never down

We have a mutual understanding

We won’t peak at the same time

 

Ambitions of being poet laureate

Next thing I’m trapped inside my mind

The hills and the sun are escaping

Thing I might hitch a ride

The sea and the coast are eloping

Would you like to see the bride?

Darkness and pain are hating

I can feel it everywhere

Evil and loneliness are mating

Don’t want to see this child of theirs

 

Welcome to the ups and downs of a tortured soul

Bathe me in your cleanliness, you can change it all

Step off the train in Manchester

Thousands pass me by

I could be passing heroes,

Rapists or murderers to be

I could be passing gargoyles,

Lovers or fathers to be

 

The beautiful girl who serves me coffee,

Holds a dark secret

The overweight bartender who pours me whiskey

Cares for his mother she’s sick

The alcoholic who’s homeless

Served in the gulf war

The heroin addict who’s lonely

Was a hero a few years ago

 

I get close to those I hate

Push away those I love

All the wrong decisions I’ve made

All the wrong ones to come

I’m not perfect but then neither was Jesus Christ

Everyone has troubles amidst their geist

Welcome to the world of misconception

Would you like tickets to my resurrection?