Lyrics:

Sometimes I'm invisible
I'm nowhere to be seen
Kick like a tin can
Into a shape of a man
Try so hard to break in
So I can brust out
Perspectives ever changing
Leaving me in doubt

I've got a chronic disorder
I'm balanced between
The edge of a razor
Trying to cut clean
I've got my eyes on the road
I'm trying to keep steady
I've got my hands on the wheel
I feel I'm nearly ready

Hope that me who's dreaming
And that's not me who's screaming
Want to wake up warm
In a tattered down tarn
Still for all the killing
There's nobody winning
I want to spit it out
I want to scream and shout

Lying in the gutter
I heard someone mutter
Creeping in the shadows
Trying to get home
Like the swing in the see-saw
It's hard to keep steady
But with some rearranging
I feel I'm nearly ready

Sometimes I'm invisible
I'm nowhere to be seen
Kick like a tin can
Into a sugarade man
Hope that me who's dreaming
And that's not me who's screaming
Want to wake up warm
In a tattered down tarn

Lying in the gutter
I heard someone stutter
Creeping in the shadows
Trying to get home
I've got my eyes on the road
I'm trying to keep steady
I've got my hands on the wheel
I feel I'm nearly ready