Testo Stupid

Stupidthe day begins like another dayi hear a sermon it must be sundaywords are echoing all aroundcoming through the fogon my elbows i look aroundnothing here but the soundof breathingall the pillows are in a pileand the blanket is offi thought the windowswere made of glassi thought the patternswere on the ceilingi thought the pictureswere paralleli thought that i knew it alli didn't know i was stupidi didn't think i was stupidi couldn't tell i was stupidi didn't know it at alli get a call from a good friendand oh i'm alive againshe says she's in for the weekendand just happened to calli try keeping her on the linesaying whatever comes to mindshe says it sounds like you're doing fineand leaves me climbing the wall