The Weirds

Tiny raindrops salute gravity
 The pavement smells like the taste of blood
 I need to get out of here - even the trees are gilded
 Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks
 I've overstayed my welcome in this life
 And it seems as though time won't tell you exactly what you'd like
 I've given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind -
 My sugarcoated mind
 Why can't I whistle? And why can't I cry?
 Why can't I be the way I wish I liked?
 I guess I have The Weirds
 Which truth is true? And which real is real?
 Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel?
 I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it's so sad
 Starring contests with eggshell-tinted walls
 It's all that seems productive - you'd be surprised
 Procrastination Nation is where I've learned to live
 Turn on the tube, romanticized until you can't move
 I've overstayed my welcome in this life
 And it seems as though time won't tell you exactly what you'd like
 I've given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind -
 My sugarcoated mind
 Why can't I whistle? And why can't I cry?
 Why can't I love you the way I wish I liked?
 I guess I have The Weirds
 Which truth is true? And which real is real?
 Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel?
 I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it's so sad
 Why can't I whistle? And why can't I cry?
 Why can't I love you more than what I'd like?
 I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it's so sad
 Prisoner of the mind, trapped within the confines
 Of self expectation, of obligation -
 I guess I'll be just fine