HOW R U?

Coming to the edge of seventeen

Not a breath of air left to be breathed

Taken for two weeks to get some sleep

My voice is tired, I cannot find the energy to speak

Coming to the edge of suicide

But not just yet, cos there’s too much to try

Sampling dealers hands just for a muse

A cigarette could sure exacerbate these blues

And what you think about instead

Belongs nowhere but in your head

And can you rest so well-assured

That you will never get so bored

Of all the questions? Asking,

Who, what, where, when, why, how are you?

Coming to the edge of twenty-one

Still worry bout the people and their guns

Coming off it, cos it’s a little bit down

Come off a couple in the dark, we’ll find our own way down

Traded in the forest for the streets

We never have to worry bout police

(Never have to worry bout police)

At twenty-two you’re testing out

A time machine to bring you back

To youth with new perspective

Teaching truths is your directive, so it seems

What happens to us when we’re dead

(What happens to us when we’re, what happens to us when we’re dead)

Is not something that must be said

(It’s not something that must be, it’s not something that must be said)

But can we rest so self-assured

That we will never get so bored

Of all the questions? asking

Who, what, where, when, why, how are you now?

What happens to us when we’re dead

(What happens to us when we’re, what happens to us when we’re dead)

Is not something that must be said

(It’s not something that must be, it’s not something that must be said)

But can we rest so self-assured

That we will never get so bored

Of all the questions? asking

Who, what, where, when, why, how are you now?