I talk like I'm in a trance
My thoughts don't call in advance
Wound up washed up, lost on this land
Abducted by flying saucers
I promise you'll be part of the plan
I'll draw hearts in the sand
I was a Martian to this planet
But I'm starting to understand it
Life got hard so I'd panic
You offered me Xanax
Scars on scars
And I've got scabs from all the damage
But they're peeling
And I can't feel them
I guess they're healing
They're sealing
Something long overdue
That I'm not looking forward to
Is forcing a truth
A farce, forged
But of course I'll do it
It's important to you
I'll do it, I do