Jane's Addiction — Chip Away

I chip away Cause I'm not ok So I I chip away Poked a hole right into myself And inside I found someone Who said I was ok Still I don't feel easy On this tree Among the blossoms Caustically I am the thorn Close my eyes to take up spare time I wish I just Could be where the crowd goes With the crowd They must be going somewhere Up from the catacombs I ran into the Angel again He took the high road And I took the low road We both wore dirty faces We both wore dirty faces I don't I don't I don't Don't feel easy I don't I don't I don't Don't feel easy