Santorini

(Jolly intro)

Does this mean I’m happy? Does this feeling mean real joy?

Am I bouncing off the walls cos I’m excited or cos I didn’t take my adderall?

Is this really what it’s like to just feel normal?

Why does my normal have to look so intense,

To everyone it must look like I’m stressed,

But this shaking and this pacing is just my way of feeling amazing.

It’s my normal most of the time.

The form I take when they can’t keep my in line.

Take me away!

But not to that white washed wall psycho place.

Or the other one they call an “escape”.

I just want to be exported to a desert island somewhere,

Maybe near the coast of Santorini,

I can lay on the beach and sip forbidden martinis.

Throw my pills in the sea,

And suck on hot cocoa beans.

Do all the things,

That they won’t let me experience,

Cos they say there’s so many reasons,

Why I can’t have any feelings.

Count em with me. Ha! Ha!

1,2,3

The sea might make you queasy,

Remember that your medicine, messes with your will to live,

So you might jump off that boat, better to be safe than to find out you don’t float,

All the way back to Santorini,

After you’ve had all those straight martinis.

And 4,5,6,

Don’t forget that you don’t really work well with booze,

You might think you’re feeling great, but I still think that you should stay.

And finally remember, that although it’s your choice to choose,

When you get to Santorini,

Do not by any means eat grapefruit.

Grapefruit!

Made the national fruit of death for the,

Depressed!

Or the kids with mental health.

But don’t worry!

It’s all good in Santorini!

So come with me…

You can just be free,

In Santorini!!

Woohoo! Yeah! (Laughs)