To Help Pass the Time: Part 2

But I’m alone and I think it’s a figment of my imagination A sad escape from the realm of real So I just deal with it because I lack a better remedy And the children giggle outside my door in the hall There is a controversy over who will disturb me One child shows some bravery and rings the door bell I think to myself why disappoint I’ll play my simple role I stumble into the hallway and give them hell Or more factually I just scream into thin air because no one was ever really there Life is no picnic basket it holds more relation to a casket You can surely bury yourself in it We live in a time of televised wars And soldiers dressed in their Sundays best banging on families doors Their words are always the same “I regret to inform you your husband, father, son or daughter Won’t be coming through this door anymore” I really feel bad for that sad sap who stands there as those people’s hearts snap I clap to a beat and scream everyone out of there seats Oh, it’s Saturday night and there is an auditorium of people Their eyes lifting me up like a cup So ladies and gentlemen tip me over and make a toast To the one simple thing you love the most And I’ll toast to my schizophrenia For bringing you all here tonight So drink me down and say goodnight Because morning’s clean white light Is coming over the silhouette of the city And I promised myself I wouldn’t let her catch me again