Chip Away

i chip away cause i'm not ok so i i chip away poked a hole right into myself and inside i found someone who said i was ok still i don't feel easy on this tree among the blossoms caustic ally i am the thorn close my eyes to take up spare time i wish i just could be where the crowd goes with the crowd they must be going somewhere up from the catacombs i can into the Angel again he took the high road and i took the low road we both were dirty faces we both were dirty faces i don't i don't i don't don't feel easy i don't i don't i don't don't feel easy