Today she wakes up and makes up her own mind
Today the morning's gonna be fine
Says to herself, ‘need to remember what it feels to be me'
This control she wants to claim as her own
She feels so good now she's alone
It feels so good to feel, but the sheets are still made outta steel
To think about more than herself is unreal
Correction of the infection, the deception she can't find her own
Today, tomorrow we hope the feeling follows
Never could tell, still don't know how to spell
Normal is a strain, to make it through the day is her drive
Can it add up?
On again off again, come down here again
Pick me up, pick me up
She's numb again, her stimulation is her best friend
She wants 3-d
Early in the a.m. she saves herself once again
She waits ‘til it gets light out so she can begin
The newspaper arrives, the documentation of another day justifies another day