I was paralyzed, sick of my own brain
For months, every time I drove over that bridge, I'd feel a tug
My eyelids would get heavy, and I'd smile
And long for the sleep of all cowards
It's not that I wasn't loved, far from it
I simply lacked the ability to feel it
Sad, isn't it?
So I made the big climb up to the top of that bridge
It was a beautiful day, of course
Perfect sleeping weather
As I contemplated the deep, I saw that final door
There was a light coming from underneath it
So I knew that my maker was home
As I prepared to lean forward and reach for the knob
I saw something move
There was a co*kroach by my right foot; a big one
What was a co*kroach doing on top of a bridge?
I'm no entomologist. Another one of my many faults
Instinctively, I lifted my foot to step on it, but I pulled up short
He couldn't help that he was a roach
He was just doing what a roach does
I put my finger down there and he climbed up on to it
And crawled slowly up to the middle of my bare arm
We sat that way for about twenty minutes
Me, thinking thoughts and feeling feelings
Him wiggling his antennae
Then suddenly... suddenly he spread his wings and flew
Up and up, higher and higher until he was gone
Then I started... I started to cry
I cried and I cried, until I heard a voice from below
"Hey, you f**in' idiot! What're ya doin' up there?"
Then I told him... I told him... I told him I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go. I wanna.. I wanna.. I wanna rise! Rise! Rise!