Observation

Mama, oh, I've tried
 but can't see from the back
 I can hear the chalk a screechin' but to me it's a sea of black
 and I've often tried the front
 closer to the blackened sea
 but the back of my neck's
 gettin' awfully raw from all the trajectory,
 I hear laughing, I hear voices
 I hear what could be Chinese
 but the meeting with the teacher
 could not make sense of these
 it's not that I'm slow
 I think everyone is quick
 So they put me under observation
 fill my head with dye
 look for the reason why
 that they put me under observation
 brush it under a rug
 one day it'll all go away
 mama, I don't know
 how these beets got in my coat
 they brought me to this little room
 and told me I could use the phone
 that's why before you cut that check
 there's a man who you should meet
 could I visit with him daily
 and plus, I don't even like beets.
 smash the windows, tear the curtains
 if I don't get my way,
 the governor has promised me
 a comfy place to stay;
 it's not that I'm well
 I think everyone is sick
 So he put me under observation
 thinking he might know
 whether or not he should go
 and put me on some medication
 brush it under a rug
 one day it'll all go away
 now could you tell me
 did my life start at fifteen
 they gave me just a little charge
 and the rest is a blur to me
 I feel silly, I feel stupid
 I feel happy all the time
 I feel silly, I feel stupid
 oh, you heard me the first time,
 hear me ramble, hear me babble
 now don't you walk away
 I have something very important
 I forgot what I was going to say
 So they have me under observation
 life out on the farm
 protecting me from harm
 protecting me from laceration
 brush it under the rug
 one day it'll all go away
 mama say goodnight now
 I'll smoke before I sleep
 I know, I know, don't tell me
 don't smoke and fall asleep
 I feel drowsy and unconscious
 as I lie upon this bed
 I should probably turn the light out
 but I'll lie back instead . . .
 mama can't you hear me
 don't you love me anymore
 I can't put out my cigarette
 I can't make it to the door
 I feel weightless and angelic
 and the view up here is nice
 you can tell them to come over
 and unhook their device
 and I'll keep you under observation
 carry on like always
 and don't cry for a minute
 'cause this might be cause for celebration
 I think I've grown some wings
 it's time to fly away