Scattered Thoughts

Did you know that all your bad thoughts are crushed into pulp bits and then stored in your pocket?
And when they become too heavy you feel them weighing you down and you want to scream, because those bad thoughts are quite...intense. I was outside and there was a storm blowing, there was snow snowing and the pulp bits in my pocket grew hands and feet and turned into little ash monsters. They climbed onto my shoulders (one on each side). The gust disassembled them into a million bits and they got blown away with the snow. All those bad thoughts, they sang in the sky:

I USED TO THINK THAT SWEET LOVE WAS LIKE APPLE PIE
YOU DIDN'T KNOW HOW GOOD IT WAS UNTIL YOU'VE TRIED
THEN YOU STUFFED YOUR FACE WITH IT AND YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHY
THE CRUMBS STUCK TO YOUR CHIN AND YOU SAID GOOD-BYE

I USED TO THINK THAT HAPPINESS WAS THE BIG OH OH
NOW I'M TERRIFIED OF THE DEMONS THAT LINGER BELOW
CAUSE EVERYTHING I FELT WAS LESS THAN SO SO
NOW I WANT TO DISAPPEAR INTO THE ROLLING WET SNOW

I AM HIDEOUS AND SELF CENTERED AND VAIN
EVERYONE SEES ME AS A BITCH ON A CHAIN
I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS OUT THERE THAT I HAVE A BRAIN
MAYBE YOU'D SEE IT IF MY SKULL WAS UNDER A TRAIN

MY LIFE IS A VODKA BOTTLE FILLED WITH POISONOUS GAS
I'M SO WEAK THAT I GET PAPER CUTS FROM THE GLASS
IT'S BEEN ELEVEN YEARS SINCE I'VE SMILED DURING MASS
NOTE TO SELF TELL THE PRIEST THAT I CALLED MY FRIEND AN ASS

DISSECT ME LIKE A FROG ON A CORK BOARD, JUST DO IT
THIGHS OPEN WIDE, DEAD INSIDE, C'MON DOOO IT!
FROG'S LEGS ARE GOOD C'MON TASTE IT AND CHEW IT
YOU'RE INTO DEAD FROGS, YOU FREAK, YEAH I KNEW IT

WHY DO YOU HATE ME, WHAT HAVE I DONE
AM I YOUR MILLIONTH OR AM I THE ONE
I TRY TO THINK OF FUN TIMES BUT I HAVE NONE
I'M EIGHTEEN FOR GOD'S SAKE LIFE'S JUST BEGUN

YES I USED TO THINK THAT HAPPINESS WAS THE BIG OH OH
LIKE APPLE PIE I WOULD SAVOUR IT AND CHEW IT REAL SLOW
BUT I'M JUST AN EMPTY VODKA BOTTLE WITH NOWHERE TO GO
A BRAIN ON A TRAIN WITH NOTHING TO SHOW