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I
Just Feel a Little Strange…
I feel a little strange
It’s hard to explain
Hear the tick, tick, tick
Of a bomb inside my brain
It’s armed and dangerous
Let’s just keep it between us
Wouldn’t want them to think I’m crazy
They’ll stamp a label on me
Commit me by reason of insanity
Even though I’m sane you see
I just feel a little strange..,
The voices In my head
Don’t make me no freaking lunatic
They don’t prove I’m mentally sick
So who doesn’t laugh out loud
When there’s no one around
Your echo resounds through the hall
Feel like bashing my skull against a freaking wall
Inevitably, the fall will come
Can you hear the ticking of the bomb?
It will detonate without a sound
I hope no one’s around
I just feel a little strange..
I just feel a little under the weather
Who’s that looking over my shoulder?
Oh, it’s just my mother…chastising me again
Here comes that great word potential
She never fails to mention it whenever she calls
What are you doing with your life?
She never asks me if I’m happy
She never asks if I saw a good movie
She’s too concerned about everybody
Mommy-what about me?...what about me?
I just feel a little strange…
I guess the strain shows on my face
If only I could escape my life for a little while
Try to figure out where to go from here
Like a scared child I want to run and hide
Until the boogie man disappears
But in this play
I play the part of an adult
I can’t ask for a rewrite
Whatever happens is my fault
Like it or not the show must go on
But I still feel a little strange….
I still feel a little strange…
8-26-96
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