Where's my pills? The one's that kill To kill away any feelings of desire I've been reaching for a plane That's only getting higher and higher Waste all day Trying to play A funny game that no one's really laughing at If I could find a map to love I'd tattoo it on my back Wish I was nothing Wish I was you Wish I could just be alone, but I like the abuse Who am I fooling? I am only human Wrapped in skin No one wins It seems to me at least I'm always on the phone Receiving signals from a savior sick at home And now I know I guess that somewhere's a box That harbors all our many thoughts and it feeds them to our tiny minds I'm going blind on this telephone line