A light bulb burnt out again
And I can't figure out when
This has happened before
My hand hurts, My hand hurts
Recycling and recycling ideas
Replacing and replacing ideas
I often wish I was deaf
So I can't hear myself cry
I drank ink again
I drank ink again
Just a sip
I don't want to go back home
'Cause then I lose my cool
My heart is no longer mine
It's been given to your eyes
I drank ink again
I drank ink again
To make myself talk again
I am crying ink again