Questioning My Sanity

L7

I'm saving my piss in a jar

This depression has gone too far

I'm lying here in bed

Am i alive or am i dead



I'm questioning my sanity



The paint chips are kicking in

Desperation bubbles my skin

There's stuff crawling on the floor

Crackers with black books knocking at my door



The TV's talking to me

I'm questioning my sanity



Everybody have a breakdown!



I haven't changed my clothes in weeks

I'm wallowing in my own stink

My ass is sore from lying in bed

Am i alive or am i dead?