Some nights the er is quiet as an ekg
But tonight it feels like every broken bone
Tonight it feels like every wounded soul
Is filling out a form or on the phone
I can’t talk now, I’m in a parade
I can’t talk now, I’m in a parade
Can’t talk to you now, I’m in a parade
I can’t talk now, I’m in a parade
Diagnosis schizophrenic
Prognosis guarded
Medication Seroquel
Occupation street angel
I drank some orange soda then I drank some grape
I wear a hoodie now to cover my mistake
My head’s a lollipop
My head is a lollipop
My head’s a lollipop and everyone wants to lick it
I wear a hoodie now so I won’t get a ticket
I write my verse for the universe
That’s who I am
I can’t talk now, I’m in a parade
I can’t talk now, I’m in a parade
I can’t talk now, I’m in a parade
Can’t talk to you now, I’m in a parade
Diagnosis schizophrenic
Prognosis guarded
Medication Seroquel
Occupation street angel, occupation street angel
