If I blow my head off talking to you I know a tape recorder's got nothing to do with a lack of interest in living life when a hundred pound depression straps down tight does anybody hear me does anybody care is anybody listening is anybody up there covered my eyes up Sunday morning from the momentary lack of stable ground looked for you and the room was spinning you left me hanging with nothing but me around If I pull my heart out thinking of you and then the holes in the skin come bleeding through what's the point in keeping on when a whole and a half of the half's gone