Well, I can't read the news and I can't watch TV
Can't stand these voices talking on and on to me
I'm my therapist's shrink, and man, she's got a lot to say
I never get in a word, but I still get to pay
All this talk about shit that keeps bringing me down
All these little nightmares always waiting to be found
There's a voice in my head that's lurking 'round like a twin
So now I'm never alone even in my own skin
Can't have any peace, no silence when I'm around
All these little nightmares only waiting to be found
