Thanks, My cover's blownnI'm making a carpet AngelnLeave me alonenI'm in the zonenBy apathy I'm owned.nI sent my weak soul off in a box or threenHad to find time to breathe.nCan't you tell?nAll that's left here is a shell.nPass the Nuts with no advice pleasenI know I've asked you twice butnnBetween the dozens and dozens of smokesnAnd cartons of jokesnWhich is my biggest vicenDon't be nicennYou came off like a stencilnDamn, where is my pencilnMaybe I'll write in bloodnnI don't need another halfnDon't make me laughnI'm an ince or two with miles to gonI'm used to the duo.nnHello? What?nI swear the phone woke me upnYou see my newest friend is a cordless phonenI'll hold onto it like an infant with a thumb or toynWith many buttons to enjoynMy direct line to England won't be splitnI'm wired in I made sure of itnnI've got millions and millions of ways to fill in the daynExample I made a house for usnIn my camel metropolisnnYou came off like a stencilnDamn, where is my pencilnMaybe I'll write in bloodnCrayola maybennI don't need another halfnDon't make me laughnI'm an ince or two with miles to gonI'm used to the duo.nnBetween the dozens and dozens of smokesnAnd cartons of jokesnWhich is my biggest vicenDon't be nicennYou came off like a stencilnDamn, where is my pencilnMaybe I'll write in bloodnCrayola maybennCarpet is good for thinking and dozingnThe fibers make my elbos sting and burnnThrough torture's how I learn.nI should be shattered maybe I've grownnSomething tells me I'll be finenBut all alone