A complication on the right side of my head A small incision shortly after I am dead Manic depression slowly draining from my bed Still complications on the right side of my head Your blank smile My blank smile Your blank smile You piss me off, when I am feeling fine. You knock me down, when I am feeling high. A complication on the right side of my head Alcohol will not even begin to kick in I won’t let depression creep back into my bed That small incision closed up, because I am not dead. There’s something that I wanted to say to you, but it’s something that you wouldn’t do. (you) said there’s something that you wanted to say to me too, but it’s something that I wouldn’t do for you. You wouldn’t know!