Nation of Language
This Fractured Mind
Reeling from the moment
I stumbled on the life we left behind
Crippling innuendo
Unaffiliated but waiting on the side

Drew a line
Slightly undermined
But I want to find
Meaning, motion
And help me out
I can’t seem to dream about
Anything I can defend
I wonder now and then

D’you think that I could simulate
My life, but done a better way
In this fractured mind
I get to feeling turned around
And turned around again

Blinding lights a-flashing
Down the Garden State Parkway of your mind
One last call for alcohol
A night that’s for the books and then you die

Faster now
Spiraling and crashing now
Waking on the cold hard ground
Worth it, it’s worth it
Perpetual
Pseudo-intellectual
Kicking ‘round your town again
I wonder now and then
D’you think that I could simulate
My life, but done a better way
In this fractured mind
I get to feeling turned around
And turned around again

I’m not the one
Can you believe I’m not the one
Staring out the window
At every living thing I’m passing by
We’ve reached the end
Standing on the edge of it
Thinking back I can’t complain
But I wonder now and then

D’you think that I could simulate
My life, but done a better way
In this fractured mind
I get to feeling turned around
And turned around again