Precipitation on my window pane - winter is how here You think your perception of my pains correct. You say, now dear - Eat well, get up, go for a run Before you know it, you'll be having fun! It's clear now you don't get it and never did. You're like everyone else and I fear that's all anyone is. Except me! I'm a lucky bastard. If i could run, what would I be chasing after? I have no target. I have no will. Quarter century and counting, but I have nothing still. The pressure mounting in my brain No amount of ibuprofen will ease the pain. Maybe I need a handful of some other medication. Then just lay down. For a long vacation.