Another Bad Day

I ask a question
I get no answers
I gotta know why
Everybody walks around with their stupid faces painted on

I hate this pillow
It makes my neck hurt
I'll keep my eyes closed
But tonight, I can't decide if I should really squeeze them tight or shut them light

I had a girlfriend
I drove her crazy
I made her dizzy
Because I paced around the house in circles every day and every night

(You're so depressing)
I should've listened when that fuckin' Sister Pеter taught me how to pray
(You're so dеpressing)
Electroshock therapy might be the thing to put my ass in line
(You're so depressing)
Or maybe Oprah Winfrey's show will save me in the nick of fuckin' time
(You're so depressing)

I know I'm dying
Is that me crying?
You must be lying
Those nasty neuro-transmitters are fucking with my cracked-up cranium

I'm feeling funny
But I'm not laughing
The shrink prescribing
And Humpty Dumpty tries to put his shit together once a-fucking-gain

And when I woke up
I got all dressed up
Just like Joe Six-Pack
But then I lied around all day and listened to the Mr. T Experience