Turbulence

                                  Imagine that

I can't be comforted at all

In pieces

I went from crawling into a ball

Evidence

It's in my breathing every day

Less and less and less



Hey you, you wore me out

There was nothing left for anybody else

And you, you're the last little shit

That anyone expected

Could put me through this

Yeah, it's true



Turbulence

Auto pilot to control

Down and down and down

And if he's there, then I'll take my order to go

He shouldn't see, he shouldn't know



Hey you, you wore me out

There was nothing left for anybody else

And you, you're the last little shit

That anyone expected

Could put me through this

You little fucker, it's true



And over there in the corner of the room

Sat little Jack Horner in his gloom

Oh, how you like it there

Na na na na na



Hey you, you slither around

While you rip every vein out

And you, you're once so charming, self-inflicted, tortured act

It's a loser and a poser's tool



Hey you, you wore me out

There was nothing left for anybody else

And you, you're the last little shit

That anyone expected

Could put me through this

You little fucker, it's true



Imagine that

Imagine that