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 O.K.  Still I don't feel easy    On this tree  Among the blossoms  Caustically  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 ran 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