Bubble Boy
Bubble boy

Life through a bubble
And isn't a joy

Laugh at me
Call me names

I don't care
It's all the same

My disconnected self
Is not good for my health
And for years

I've been trying
Been trying
To fix my body

But to you
I'm just the one
Who stares

The one who sits alone
Over there

America is dying
So it seems
No more American dreams

31 and living at home
I'll never have enough
Money to live alone

I see people
I hear voices
I live a life
Without choices

It's just an illusion
You see

This bubble is
Overwhelming me

I've seen all the sides of man
Been pleasuring myself
With my left hand

Hard to tell
The night
From the day

Bubble please
Go away

And he reaches inside himself
Inside the bubble
Push
Push my chest out

Shoulders and chest
Need to be aligned

"How you doing buddy?"
Oh just fine

That questioned
Was just asked behind me
But was not directed at me

I see and see and see.........
And what is the purpose
Of all this?

I'll bang this table
With my fist

This is my life inside the bubble