The Best Years

I spent the best years of my life Trying to wiggle out of sight. But someone made me nervous. Kept my eyes closed. When there's something in your eye, It's better not to fight. Just curl up and take it. It's for your own good. Come to my house, Break down the door. It's okay, I Need help to believe In so many things, It's okay. I feel no pain. I know your name. Even when I'm sleeping, I'm awake. Crown is the one who hits the glass, He falls asleep in class, He's paid under the table And taught to run. Shake, Shaky hands that buit the stage. The kids are middle-aged, And sacharin is our savior. We trust its approach. Come to my house, Break down the door. It's okay, I Need help to believe In so many things. It's okay. I feel no pain. I know your name. Eyes ablaze transfixed upon a shelf. The keen social observer kills himself. His deepest fears take root in his distress. He was close, So close. But he broke. I spent the best years of my life Trying to wiggle out of sight. But someone made me nervous. Kept my eyes closed. When there's something in your eye, It's better not to fight. Just curl up and take it. It's for your own-- Come to my house, Break down the door. It's okay, I Need help to believe In so many things. It's okay. Come to my house, Break down the door. It's okay, I Need help to believe In so many things. It's okay. Come to my house, Break down the door. It's okay, I Need help to believe In so many things. It's okay. Come to my house, Break down the door. It's okay, I Need help to believe In so many things. It's okay.