get me out please get me out please get me out please....

i know because i know because i know because
i'm really not ready to trust
oh why is the ceiling blue when it could be green?
why is the water boiling, the fire's unseen.
where is it? where is the flame?
i need someone to blame, but you don't understand,
your perfect world is perfect but all the same
it's broken, shattered, destroyed like mine and yet
it's perfect? why is your poverty more romantic than mine?

i know because i know because i know because
you write and think and know your way
even though you get lost sometimes,
but when i get lost i'm lost and that's it,
there's no redemption, no silver lining,
it's probably my brain,
it's a fucking work of moder art,
you just can't figure it out, but neither can i,
so maybe it'd be better if i could ever get high
but i can't i can't i can't
because it just wouldn't work out right anyway.