Chip Away

Chip away, I'm not okay, so I chip away
Poked a hole right into myself
And inside I found someone
Said I was okay, still I don't feel easy

On this tree among the blossoms
Caustically I am the thorn
Close my eyes to take up spare time
I wish I just could be where the crowd goes
With the crowd they must be going somewhere

Up from the catacombs I ran into the angel again
He took the high road and I took the low road
We both were dirty faces, we both were dirty faces

I don't, I don't, I don't, don't feel easy
I don't, I don't, I don't, don't feel easy
No, no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah