• I like to recycle
    It makes me feel clean
    But not only material
    Do I mean
    The way that I’m treated
    The things that are said
    Are what I recycle
    Using my head

    If I get my privacy
    You get yours
    No need to keep locks
    On all of your doors
    If the people around you
    Can respect
    Your personal space
    And not expect
    That you are a suspect
    Because you are happy
    And not feeling bad
    ‘Cause they feel crappy

    So what if I
    Am able to enjoy
    The things in my life
    Because I don’t destroy
    Everything that I touch
    Through word of mouth

    I try not to gossip
    Very much
    Because it burns bridges
    And friendships and such
    If I can escape from all the noise
    If I can escape from the two dead boys
    I’ll love the blind man
    With all that I’ve got