I need a miracle Or a marigold Or anything to distract my mind From this terrible Hysterical Situation that I find Myself drawn into Like Blade said, "Nightmare's coming true" I get lost in the hall Of my memory retracing every move Between what I should've done and what did happen And every wise choice I didn't choose I look back so much it's hurting my neck 'Cause the truth is too absurd to accept Oh, oh-oh-oh I guess I got no choice but to keep flexing through the pain I hope this is just a funny story to tell one day You know that it's bad when you don't really believe in God But every night, you close your eyes and pray For a miracle Or a marigold Or anything to distract my mind