All your well-intentioned sympathy
I need it like a hole in the head
Lend a hand to make a man of me
And put my temperature in the red
I'm waiting for the big boom
To blow right through my bedroom
And justify my reasons to exist
I'm looking for the right face
To put me in the right place
In case you haven't noticed
You're the first name on my list
All your oh-so-careful scrutiny
Ain't bringing me the comfort I need
Pull me out of this insanity
And give this boy a reason to bleed