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09. Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright (Written by: Bob Dylan)
“Okay, so you’ve been officially discharged!”

Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
It don't matter, anyhow.
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe,
If you don't know by now.
When the rooster crows at the breaks of dawn,
Look out your window, i'll be gone.
You're the reason that i'm traveling on.
Don't think twice, it's all right.

It ain't no use in turning on your light, babe.
The light I’ve never known.
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe.
I’m on the dark side of the road.
But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say,
To try and make me change my mind and stay.
But we never did too much talking anyway.
So don't think twice, it's all right.

It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal,
Like you never done before.
It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal,
I can't hear you any more.
I'm a-thinking and a-wond'rin' walking down the road.
I once loved a woman, a child, I am told.
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul.
Don't think twice, it's all right.

I'm walking down a long, lonesome road, babe.
Where I'm bound, I can't tell.
Goodbye's too good a word, gal,
So I'll just say fare thee well.
I ain't saying you treated me unkind,
You could have done better but I don't mind.
You just kinda wasted my precious time.
But don't think twice, it's all right.

A Cute Psychosis

09 Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

08. Heimlich Maneuver
I don’t know where to put my hands in photos,
I don’t know where to stand.
Do you hear the words I’m saying to you or am I just yelling from the stands?
(I see an image of you in my head,
And you’re falling from the ceiling.)
And I’m screaming that I see you, but the words come out in Latin.

(Oh, isn’t it grand? Oh, isn’t this swell?)
I’m swelling up inside, my heart’s an overflowing well.
(Oh, isn’t it grand? Oh, isn’t this sweet?)
How I wrote this song to tell you that I love you, but I’m choking.

So squeeze my ribs,
(So squeeze my ribs.)
You’ll be the last thing that I think of when I fall asleep at night.
So squeeze my ribs,
(So squeeze my ribs.)
You’ll be the last thing that I think of when I fall asleep at night.

I hear you humming from my bedroom,
I know you just don’t know the words.
I wrote my love for you inside your mouth with the brushes of my tongue.
(You taste like stab wounds and last summer.)
I feel the burn marks on my fingertips from lighting up the woods.

(Oh, isn’t it grand? Oh, isn’t this hell?)
The world is burning all around us, but you say you like the smoke.
(Oh, isn’t it grand? Oh, isn’t this sweet?)
How I wrote this song to tell you that I love you, but I'm choking.


So squeeze my ribs,
(So squeeze my ribs.)
You’ll be the last thing that I think of when I fall asleep at night.
So squeeze my ribs,
(So squeeze my ribs.)
You’ll be the last thing that I think of when I fall asleep at night.

“You’ve got a few minutes before your ride comes, so just take it easy till then.”

08 Heimlich Maneuver

07. Princess & The Dragon
Drunken nights I spent on my floor.
Thoughts of you mixed in with my liquor.
Finding solace down at the bottom.
Three nights in a row,
I don’t have a problem.


I love to write your name on my walls, make it better than what was before.
I tried to lay my head on your pillow, but I found cotton inside my throat.

Not again.
Not again.
Never again.

And you said:
"Don't say you love me, baby, I cannot bear it, but I’ve tried my best to warn you”
And you say:
"Don't say you love me, baby"
I can't control it, so I’ll lie.
but I’m not that kind.
No.

And when you text me "hi” again, I just know you're high again.
I don't know why I complain, but to me it's inadequate.
You're my princess and my dragon.
I'm your jester and your knight.
Juggle my way through your fires, just to be everything you’d like.

Not again.
Not again.
Never again.

And you said:
"Don't say you love me, baby, I cannot bear it, but I’ve tried my best to warn you”
And you say:
"Don't say you love me, baby"
I can't control it, so I’ll lie.
but I’m not that kind.
No.

And I’ll fall down at your doorstep every night, every night.

07 Princess & The Dragon

06. Rose Ring
I picked apart the veins in my wrist, until they’re no longer intertwined.
Cigarette burns all over my skin, they tell all the stories I’d never share.
Your lips outline my scars like they’re evidence.
You kissed them in hopes they would disappear.

You said:
“I’ll be the ring of roses around your body to shelter you from this storm”.
But there’s a ring of hollow notes when I sing our songs, cause now I sing alone.
So I hum.

I couldn’t show my face at your funeral, to see you at your worst in your sunday’s best.
You were a dashing rogue from a passed time, but this world no longer has room for romance.
They said you were spitting out cotton candy pink.
Your flooded lungs couldn’t exhale the words you had left.

I bet
There’s a ring of roses around your body, your bullet-embedded form.
There’s a ring of deafening silence occupying the space reserved for your voice.
So I hum.

06 Rose Ring

05. He Was A Friend of Mine
He was a friend of mine.
He was a friend of mine.
Every time he comes to mind, 
God, I just can't keep from crying.
Cause he was a friend of mine.
 
He died in his garage.
He died in his garage.
And he never had enough money,
Except for his pills and wine.
But he was a friend of mine.

I fell apart and cried.
I fell apart and cried.
Standing over his open casket,
I closed my weeping eyes.
Cause he was a friend of mine.
 
He was a burning pyre.
He was a burning pyre.
Ashes carried by the gale winds,
Only memories left behind.
And he was a friend of mine.
 
He was a friend of mine.
He was a friend of mine.
A starry-eyed adventurer,
Embarked for the great beyond.
Goodnight, goodnight, dear friend of mine.

05 He Was A Friend Of Mine

04. GraveParty
And you ask me:
“Do you still coat all your problems in codeine syrup?”
“Are you still plagued by the thoughts of me that no medicine can cure?”
Then you ask me if I’m sorry, even if you already have my answer.
Then you tell me “I hope you’re lonely until the day that I dance on your grave.”

A double edged sword, clutched to my chest,
In the shape of a tab of morphine.
The killers, they roam in my bloodstream,
Hunting for pain that is non existent.

And there’s snow lined up by the window,
But it will not melt in the heat of August.

The scent of baked goods, reminiscent of your kitchen,
Misplaced in this concrete basement.

I inhale,
In through my nose and out through my mouth are words I could never say.

“I’m sorry.”


And you ask me:
“Do you still coat all your problems in codeine syrup?”
“Are you still plagued by the thoughts of me that no medicine can cure?”
Then you ask me if I’m sorry, even if you already have my answer.
Then you tell me “I hope you’re lonely until the day that I dance on your grave.”

“I will dance on your grave”


“Did you take your meds this morning?”

04 GraveParty

03. Coraline
I taste my spine, like scraping your kneecaps on concrete.
I’m not alive. I was born from the womb inside your mind.
You feel the pressure building up behind your eyes, cause you saw me crying by myself.
My coraline, my coraline.

I felt your spite.
you’ve unhinged my heart from my rib cage.
I’ve come undone.
My vessel, it’s turned to dirt before it’s time.
You’re throwing darts at my likeness hung up on your wall.
You’ve spit the venom you’ve reserved for all your past at me alone.

Tell me, why your lips they part to cry of wolves,
My coraline, my honest coraline.
Tell me, as your fists paint my skin black and blue,
My coraline, my fragile coraline.

Tell me, why your eyes betrayed the words you spoke
My coraline, my heartless coraline.
Tell me, as you wrap your hands around my throat
My coraline, my blood-soaked coraline.

“Romanticizing your mental illness is NOT a healthy coping mechanism”

03 Coraline

02. Color(less)
"You can't have cell phones on the unit, but is there someone you wanna call?"

And all you had to do was hold my hand in public places, softer than linen.
Was that too hard for you?
And all you had to do was tell me you love me, once in a blue moon.
It doesn't matter now.
I don't see the colors in you.

"And you had locked your doors, nailed the windows, and built a fort.
But I was a robber, hell bent on stealing you."

Now I'm begging outside your home: "a little fire, even chimney smoke".
But you shut your lights off and told me: "get off my porch."

So if you really loved me, then why didn't you show me cause how could I just know?
I am no psychic,
I can't read unwritten words.

And all you had to do was hold my hand in public places, softer than linen.
Was that too hard for you?
And all you had to do was tell me you love me, once in a blue moon.
It doesn't matter now.
I don't see the colors in you.

All the parts of me I gave you, thrown aside like they're all beneath you.
"Thanks for the effort," you said, "but I hate what you're trying to do."

Now it's all in my rear view,
You're throwing rocks as I'm driving off.
You used to be scarlet, but now I don't see the colors in you.

"I can grab their number for you."

02 Color(less)

01. Greatest Fear
"Hi, so you are currently here on what is called a 5150 involuntary psychiatric hold.
You're going to be here for at least 72 hours, okay?"

I was the one that crawled into my arms,
Well, I had such a pretty excuse.
I called out my name from the cover of darkness,
I hoped that I misunderstood.
I sharpened my knife on my skin,
laid waste to my sins that did not exist.
I am the maker of my isolation.
I hope that I judge myself by my own standards I've set.

So who am I to say?
So who am I to say?

I am my own greatest fear.
I still see all the marks on my neck from the rope as I swung from the ceiling.
(The tip of my toes scrape the floors.)
I feel all of myself slip out of my pores.

I am my own greatest fear.
I still see all the blood on the table that leaked from my nostrils.
(Now I stem the flow with the back of my sleeve.)
You looked at me blankly then fell back to sleep.


I was the first one to open my mouth.
I took in a breath and I punctured my lungs.
I ripped out my arm from my socket to hold myself up, well, I hope I was worth it.
Cause I am a stranger inside of my home,
these walls aren't the same ones I know.
Intimate with my confinement, cause I'm trying my best to be better alone.

So who am I to say?
So who am I to say?

I am my own greatest fear.
I still see all the marks on my neck from the rope as I swung from the ceiling.
(The tip of my toes scrape the floors.)
I feel all of myself slip out of my pores.

I am my own greatest fear.
I still see all the blood on the table that leaked from my nostrils.
(Now I stem the flow with the back of my sleeve.)
You looked at me blankly then fell back to sleep.

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