| Oh what am I waiting for
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| A spell to be cast or for it to be broken?
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| At the very last some wild ghost from my past come to split me wide open?
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| If I bandage my eyes will you press in my hand a small simple token?
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| I was born deaf or else you’ve never spoken
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| I thought it was safe for me and my own
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| I began hearing these voices in the dial tone
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| And they come to me now though I dismembered my phone
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| They say you wanna hear something that you already know
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| If it comes from above but this one comes from below
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| It says you are sleeping together but you will die alone
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| I thought it was safe but the seed had been sown
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| As a child I aspired to be a superhero
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| Now I live with the corpses of the lives I let go
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| Oh I know you all know how these things start to show
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| I have been trying to make myself better
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| So I can fare the fair or foul weather
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| I write a song like a prison letter
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| I write a song maybe to make me feel better
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| It won’t break free my fetters
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| I know what came after but what happened before
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| I began making memories at the age of four
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| I learned to use words and I got jealous and bored
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| Soon I’ll be passing out cold on the kitchen floor
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| When am I gonna feel better?
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| When am I gonna feel better
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| When am I gonna feel better
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| I have been patient for a long time now
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| I’ve been a patient for a long time now
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| I’ve been a patient for a long time now
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| I’ve been a patient for a long time now
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| And I will never be a younger man now
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| Oh what am I waiting for
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| A spell to be cast or for it to be broken?
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| At the very last some wild ghost from my past come to split me wide open?
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| No. If I hold out my hand there is nothing at all because nothing’s the token
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| I will be good though my body broken
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| I will be good
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| May I want for nothing at all |