Hooked On Bliss - 54-40

Won't quit worrying over things 
I lay awake, so fate will bring 
Nothing seems what it's worth 
I don't know if I've earned my birth 

Maybe I could take a stand 
Set examples for a man 
But I would end up playing tricks 
All my life is politics 

You won't see me crying 

Another day and still, I crave 
A new addition to my ways 
I won't admit I'm hooked on bliss 
But being alone is still the shits 

A cheated life is cheaper, still 
An unearned kiss, an unearned thrill 
Alone at night, I'm in that place 
There's no reflection of my face 

You won't see my crying 

I don't hear screaming when I turn on the set 
My hands are bleeding, like Chomsky says 
If I took the time to see what mattered 
My little world would be stripped and scattered 

If I ever finally cherished 
I believe then that I would perish 
Maybe on that day 
I'll give myself away 

You won't see me crying, yeah 
Crying