Weightless - Stacked Like Pancakes

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless

I’m going ballistic in my head, but it’s okay

'Cause nobody will listen anyway

I’d love to live a day without my brain and hit play

I’m going ballistic in my head

But nobody will listen anyway

Nobody will listen anyway, anyway

I for a quarter 'cause I can’t quite tell how much my thoughts are worth

But I promise I’ll make it a good sell

I’ll take it, take it to the market, trade my brain for a life

And I can finally see the light

The incandescent light bulbs are shattering on my temples

Repeat repeat repeat, I think I might be mental

Take a strain of thought and watch me disassemble

The words aren’t mine, they’re just on rental

I asked my favourite word if she would ever love me

But she told me she would never, and I’ll tell you why in summary

A distant memory tells her everything she needs to know

I have a history with words out of her control

I thought I thought my thoughts had tried to separate my words

I think I need a supplement to silence every word I’ve heard

But pills can’t erase thoughts and drugs make 'em shorter

I guess all I can do is sell my conscience for a quarter

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

I am weightless

I guess I’ll ask my self, «self, why don’t you get some help, self

Help yourself to all the wealth, and it’ll all work itself out»

Self diagnosis tells me I need you to fix me

Somethings out of rhythm, come back to me

Please sign the dotted line that tells me I am fine

Please prescribe my life and let me live a lie

I’ll stock the shelves with all the medicated disbelief

Doc, I’m on my knees, please give it to me so I can breathe

Side effects include, repeat repeat repeat

Now pull the trigger and rele-ea-ea-ease

Over the counter, under the table

I am stable, able-minded

Trying to find a way to rhyme with every word in time

My doctor gave to me the perfect cure to fix my head

But how come half the people who take it, take it wind up (dead)

Sad!

I’m going ballistic in my head

But it’s okay, today I’m living without my brain

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

I am weightless

I am weightless

I am weightless

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless (without my mind)

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless without my mind

Hold me up with a kite

I am weightless