Hooked on Bliss - 54-40

Won’t quit worrying over things

I lay awake so fate will bring

Nothing seems what it’s worth

I don’t know if I’ve earned my birth

Maybe I could take a stand

Set examples for a man

But I would end up playing tricks

All my life is politics

You won’t see me crying

Another day and still I crave

A new addition to my ways

I won’t admit I’m hooked on bliss

But being alone is still the shits

A cheated life is cheaper still

An unearned kiss an unearned thrill

Alone at night I’m in that place

There’s no reflection of my face

You won’t see me crying

I don’t hear screaming when I turn on the set

My hands are bleeding like Chomsky says

If I took the time to see what mattered

My little world would be stripped and scattered

If I ever finally cherished

I believe then that I would perish

Maybe on that day

I’ll give myself away