5, 4, 3, 2, 1 action
Is it blasphemy to have a sense of humor
I picture my own funeral sometimes when I get bored
I think about my family sharing one fucked up computer
I used for playing solitaire and sometimes watching porn
I always assumed I only liked boys, but now I'm not sure
And the first time anyone touched me, they didn't ask me first
Now I need more than a therapist
I think I need an exorcist
It feels like my head is spinning around
I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down
I'm up on the ceiling
High up on the ceiling
I had a set of bible story VHS tapes
My mother made me watch to balance out the other shows
And all the girls I knew from school were cool and dressing sexy
In their halter tops and clear lip gloss and Abercrombie clothes
The human mind is a bullshit time machine
You can travel back in time but you can't change anything
Now I need more than a therapist
I think I need an exorcist
It feels like my head is spinning around
I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down
And I've gotta deal with my personal demons
It's not their fault they're up all night screaming
They didn't ask to be born and neither did I
And God I feel like throwing up
I'm getting old but I'm not growing up
So bring me a ladder and help me out
I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down
I'm up on the ceiling
High up on the ceiling
I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down