More Than It Hurts

Staring at unfamiliar ceilings and I should leave

'Cause everybody here is tripping some new drug

Except for me (why?)

'Cause I don't have the money

I have been thinking about letting my hair grow

I have been thinking about cutting it short

I have been thinking about dying it yellow

But I don't think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support

That type of look

And I will tattoo my poems all over my body

They won't know who I was before

I will cut off my fingers, no id to find me

When I am washed up on the new jersey shore

Talk to myself too often trying hard to figure out

Why all these feelings that lie in my stomach

Are always pushing for my mouth

So I will learn to sleep on my chest

And I will learn to let things go

And I will learn to come to terms with the things that I will never know

And I will tattoo my poems all over my body

They won't know who I was before

I will cut off my fingers, no id to find me

When I am washed up on the new jersey shore

I'll take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more.

I'll take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more.

So much more.

And I will tattoo my poems all over my body

They won't know who I was before

I will cut off my fingers, no id to find me

When I am washed up on the new jersey shore