And now I'm lying on the kitchen floor and I'm laughing I don't know what's in store
for tomorrow, or the day thereafter, all I've got is the sick sound of laughter

I've been picking up new problems and tryin to get to know them through dull pleasantries CAUSE AS OF THIS DATE THEY'RE MY ONLY COMPANY and I'm told to keep my chin up that staring at my feet keeps the world from me

And now I'm lying on the kitchen floor and I'm laughing I don't know what's in store
for tomorrow, or the day thereafter, all I've got is the sick sound of laughter

I've been picking up new problems and I don't expect to know them
cause you know THAT I KNEW BETTER THAN TO TREAT ALL THESE LEADEN PROBLEMS LIKE THEY'RE FEATHERS. My love for you was too deep-seated, your words have lost their meaning.

And now I'm lying on the kitchen floor and I'm laughing I don't know what's in store
for tomorrow, or the day thereafter, all I've got is the sick sound of laughter

My head's not on too straight, but I don't think I'll complain
Once you take it a step too far, you're locked out shut out and in the dark
My vision's blackening, at least I know why it's happening
I thought I'd be okay if I felt nothing for every future day
and now I'm lying on the kitchen floor watching myself pass under the door
and I'm laughing, CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ANY BETTER
SIGNED TROY SINCERELY YOURS, THE END OF THIS LETTER.