i cant even remember when i was first depressed
it just appeared one winter's morning like an unexpected lunatic boarding your bus
and though you held your breath and tried not to stare as the lunatic made his way down the aisle with his carrier bags and sony walkman on full flipping blare,
deep in your heart you just knew
- you just knew -
a matter of course,
that he'd sit next to you
and so you hold on tightly and gasp for air,
as you take the ride of your life with a grinning lunatic on the seat next to you.