Catcher in the Rye

The catcher in the rye I go and drop the ball I lay it down and cry I’m sleeping in the stall Cause everyone is phony Your company is lonely Your animals are bony Your everything is only I’m underneath the bridge Below the overpass I’m locked inside the fridge I’m sleeping in the grass Cause everyone is faking Every excuse for bailing Your painted skin is flaking Success story is failing You’re spinning all around Mascara masquerade You’re walking without sound A conga line charade You’re hands and feet are bound You’re tied into the ground And nailed into the wall I’ve lost sight of the ball I’ve lost sight of the band And buried in the sand They’re telling me it’s fine They’re calling me insane They think I’ve lost my mind They’re calling me Cobain They’re telling me to smile They tell me not to cry And maybe stay a while The catcher in the rye