Counting Sheep

Closing my eyes, counting sheep Gun in my mouth, trying to sleep Everything ends, everything has to Get well balloon, going insane Weight of the world, papier-mâché Gone with the wind, out into nothing Just trying to be easy, agreeable I don't want to seem needy to anyone, including you Little Louise drowned in a pool Billy got killed walking to school Hope it was slow, hope it was painful Life is a gas, what can you do? Catheter piss, fed through a tube Cyst in the brain, blood on the bamboo Highway to hell's littered with signs Every last thing they advertise I want to buy, I want to sell, too But I don't want to seem greedy, I'm generous Just trying to be pleasing to everyone, including you Tomorrow is shining like a razor blade And anything's possible if you feel the same Early to bed, early to rise Acting my age, waiting to die Insulin shots, alkaline produce Temperature's cool, blood pressure's fine One twenty-one over seventy-five Scream if you want, no one can hear you Just wanna be easy, acceptable I don't want to seem needy to anyone, especially you Especially you Especially you