PROTAG:
Doctor. Can I call you that? I know you don’t have a degree, but
Doctor just rolls off the tongue a bit more naturally to me.

Doctor, seems you got a problem with the way that I’m living my life
You’re shoveling and you’re scraping down. It’s cutting me just like a
. . . . . . .
If we’re aiming for open, we’ll have to try harder
We gotta destroy that levee I’m guarding
It wasn’t expected, now i’m begging your pardon
There’s nary a glimmer, so gimme your card and I’ll be gone

Despite the benefits I hear result from talking out your problems,
I can’t seem to see how steps that help others could ever help me
There’s a live wire coursing through my genes that puppeteers apprehension and fear
I hope that’s clear. Can we proceed at a distance? you know how I’m different

Doctor, suppose there’s a reason for all the creaks and whistling upstairs
Suppose those reasons are manifest in the hours I’ve spent tracing lines in the sand
Those lines have been drawn to a credible purpose
Let in too many people, your emotions will surface
I couldn’t imagine that kind of despair,
so I’m putting up safeguards and I’m keeping them there

Maybe I don’t know what I don’t know
As the scholars tell me, ignorance is bliss, I don’t need fixing
Got the right to get pissed; piss drunk to avail cheap, easy assistance
The ones who matter have to stay by my side; a pack to hide behind
May disappoint them time to time
But c’est la vie to me that’s life

THE DOCTOR:
Seems you got anger
Why not try sadness?
Seems you got rage
Why not try crying?
I know it thrills you to burn off at someone
but you’re gonna lose them, son, if you don’t start trying

PROTAG:
I see your point
I see the consequences stacking up downstream
My circle closing
I can see it now, what I hold dear to me
Won’t be there always, be there when i’m sick and frail, old and grey
If i don’t get lighter,
They can all start leaving,
They can all stop loving back,
That’s where we’re heading,
The choir sings for me,
Single cell of tragedy,
They witness and they pity me,
It’s getting damn near deafening
But if I decide to get off this ride, can I?