Exorcist

Five, four, three, two, one, action

Is it blasphemy to have a sense of humor?

I picture my own funeral sometimes when I get bored

I think about my family sharing one fucked up computer

I used for playing solitaire and sometimes watching porn

I always assumed I only liked boys, but now I'm not sure

And the first time anyone touched me, they didn't ask me first

Now I need more than a therapist

I think I need an exorcist

It feels like my head is spinning around

I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down

I'm up on the ceiling

High up on the ceiling

I had a set of Bible story VHS tapes

My mother made me watch to balance out the other shows

And all the girls I knew from school were cool and dressing sexy

In their halter tops and clear lip gloss and Abercrombie clothes

The human mind is a bullshit time machine

You can travel back in time but you can't change anything

Now I need more than a therapist

I think I need an exorcist

It feels like my head is spinning around

I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down

And I've gotta deal with my personal demons

It's not their fault they're up all night screaming

They didn't ask to be born and neither did I

And God I feel like throwing up

I'm getting old, but I'm not growing up

So bring me a ladder and help me out

I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down

I'm up on the ceiling

High up on the ceiling

I'm up on the ceiling and I can't come down