Safe from all the insecurities I have When I feel pity for myself There is not a single trait or habit I posses that I consider useful Or attractive I am just a ghostly artifact With all its parts, you've heard this before I am just a normal guy that's realized there's no god And all the sudden I'm depressed I guess I know I will heal with time There's no one that feels the way that I do I know how to take my clothes off I do it every single day Twice sometimes You can take a cinder block and drop it on my face I'd feel as fine as I do all the time There's no one that feels as good as I do Warm centers sarcastically remind you of that All I do is sit and wait and count the floor And all it's great divides Between me and time Losing sleep to (to) the fact that I am just an artifact You've heard this line before If I could take it from your chest And lock the hole so it would not re-enter I'd do it If I could counterfeit some of my happiness So you'd be jealous, well I plead the fifth If I could take it from your lungs And sacrifice all that you've done I would, in the blink of an eye If I could benefit from all your lies I think this would be backwards 'Cause you do it all the time