Gone

Wrote me a letter from the psych ward

They took away your laces and the H that you scored

Blue socks they gave you, so you'd never slip and fall

You fall apart anyway, what's the point of it all

Gone, gone, you are gone

Gone, gone, you are gone

Gone, gone, you are gone

Gone, gone, you are gone

5150, now you're on your own

You're sick and lost, even in your own home

After the hospital nothing really changed

Cuz what's the difference with a needle in your vein

Gone, gone, you are gone

Gone, gone, you are gone

Gone, gone, you are gone

Gone, gone, you are gone

The ground is waiting up in Glendale

The coffin's waiting, it just needs one last nail

White dresses in the wind blow ragged, free and wild

Without a body they just float for a while