You put me into a state of emergency
Announcing the funeral of my youth
In my bed the pillow’s hard and stiff
My mind is alive and aloof
With thoughts both dangerous and real
Reading minds is not surreal
But a scary task to conquer
I can tell from her screams this is serious
I keep that naïve melody to put me to sleep
But it does no good- the wails still creep
Into my bones, which ache like a lost diamond in the deep
Then a man who pretended to be Jesus read my mind
And I came undone- who are these people under God’s sky
Strangers they all were but not strange enough for me
In that area I reign queen
So I think about the passing time
And if I can’t be myself I’m better off dead
How dare you attempt to get inside my head
The caverns are too dark and deep
They alone put me to sleep
I’m weary, waiting for the day when I can say
“This must be the place.”