[Verse 1]
I chip away
'Cause I'm not okay
So I
I chip away
Poked a hole right into myself
And inside I found someone
Who said I was okay
Still, I don't feel easy

[Verse 2]
On this tree
Among the blossoms
Caustically
I am the thorn
Close my eyes, I take up spare time
I wish, I just could be where the crowd goes
'Cause with the crowd
They must be going somewhere

[Bridge]
Up from the catacombs
I ran into the Angel again
He took the high road
And I took the low road
We both wore dirty faces
We both wore dirty faces
[Outro]
No, I don't
No, I don't
No, I don't
Don't feel easy
I don't
No, I don't
No, I don't
Don't feel easy
Don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, eeh-eeh-eeh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh