I tried to frame my own self portrait
Into a three-minute one-act play
But Im a carnival of voices
Its hard to pin me down that way
Without my subconscious saying
"im not in love with you,
But Id be willing to make a change.
Its these profound fits of sunshine
That bring on subsequently rain."
"if I could make a suggestion -"
I say, `oh, this should be nice
"the middle ground is partly sunny,
Now take my good advice,
Nobodys out here throwing rice yet
But me and the voices inside of your head
All agree..."
And I say, `since were all here talking -
You think Im afraid of you?
Well, Im afraid I think youre right...
Ive never been good at crowd control
Your voices keep me up all night `now, Im no psychiatrist
Though Im known for freudian slips
Id like to thank my Id and ego
For the roller coaster trip
And if my memory will permit me
Id like to remember to keep you voices
Out of my head...