sweet saccharine machine
you don't have to be haunted
you don't have to be
sweet saccharine machine
the world's not your problem
go on. get angry

wrap yourself up in the things that you love
get yourself high
leave your mind below
the train wasn't long enough to carry you home
jump off the tracks
get dirt on your toes

don't let them get your best
those you try to impress
the things you control
are the things you regret
loosen your grip
blow smoke from your lips
tire your hands with poems and prose

my

sweet saccharine machine
you don't have to be haunted
you don't have to be
sweet
sweet saccharine machine
the world's not your problem
go on go on
go on go on
my sweeet