Make way for my depression
Gather round and watch me suffer again
Get down and meet your maker
Cross your heart. Hope to die
I'm rudderless and compromised
Hop on board and sail away
My eyesight's poor and I've got tinnitus
Take my hand and let me lead
Just make way
I've got inside information
Silence your phones
Count your chromosomes
You haven't said a word all evening
How do you say, I think I'm leaving?
Or should I say
How do you stay?
Make way for my depression