Maniacs

I drive past the maniacs, they try not to giggle

Sharing their cigarettes, sending smoke signals

I walk through the door, how could I want anybody more

I welcome the change, I want it to be my pain

I stand in the crowded room, I'm spinning and spilling

Laughing at everything, turning red as a villain

What amazing insight, do people really do this every night

Just doesn't feel right

This can't just be it, a cycle of slips

Collecting the dust on the floor