I stumbled into the Christmas tree I guess I lost track of the date But someone must be stopping by and leaving questions for me Because I'd never leave the furniture in my own way I thought you oughta know That when I opened the door It wasn't fun anymore It spiraled into my brain And brought me down to the floor But in the wake of the pain There's solace in the mundane Don't bring me down I can't tell if my eyes are closed Or if the light is off or if my sight is gone I can't see my hand feeling around for the switch I can't feel my eyes on my face or my hand on my wrist I thought you oughta know That when you're searching for proof You'll meet an amateur sleuth With an inquisitive grin You have to tell me the truth Despite my admonition The answers locate therein Don't bring me down You oughta know That when you open the door It won't be fun anymore It spirals into your brain And makes the synapses short But in the midst of the pain There's pleasure in the insane Don't bring me down No one has to know