By color & size
Take all your problems and advise them
That everythings fine
Since you ran away youve been beating
Your habits to death
But if you were to stay would you feed them
This white happiness
Nobody wants to harm you
When youre outside
But its hard to believe
When everyones killing time
Somebody knows
That youre not laughing
Take all your pills and divide them
By number and might
Take all your problems chastise them
Because everythings fine
Since youve ran away youve been beating
Those ladders instead
But if you were to stay would you feed them
With violence