Hospitals

When I was three years old I had three best friends Took me time to realize That I'd imagined them One friend, she wore a frown The other stood upside-down And like a king, I was the leader Yeah, I wore the crown A child inside my reality All alone in a dream that no one else could see Fingers pointed down at me Trying to make up a word for what to prescribe me I was born Of a different mode I'm not sick But I've been diagnosed And I stood up On my own But they keep putting us in hospitals But they keep putting us in hospitals But they're keeping us in holes When I was twelve years old I had made a world Spanning centuries of families I called my own I'd pace in my backyard Throwing rocks in the garden Hours spent inside a world That no one else was part of Life inside my reality All alone in a dream that no one else could see People tried to interrupt me Tried to put me to use for something they believed I was born Of a different mode I'm not sick But I've been diagnosed And I stood up On my own But they keep putting us in hospitals Yeah they keep putting us in hospitals Yeah they're keeping us in holes Yeah they're keeping us in holes How many creative people Could we fit in a room To re-realize solutions And reveal our basic truths? And how many creative people Must we lock up instead To keep from the conversation Just for seeing things as different? I was born Of a different mode I'm not sick But I've been diagnosed And I stood up On my own, but I'm not alone 'Cause they keep putting us in They keep putting us in Keep putting us in... Hospitals (keep putting us in hospitals) Yeah, they keep putting us in hospitals (keep putting us in hospitals) Yeah, they keep putting us in hospitals (keep putting us in) Yeah, they keep putting us in hospitals (keep putting us in, keep putting us in hospitals) Yeah, they're keeping us in holes They're keeping us in holes