Rubber Band

Rubber Band
Seven hundred cries inside my head
Buttercups, poison cups laid across my bed
Never been around if a round is what you play
Came across a feeling in a ceiling of a grave
Later I got up and I drank that poison cup
And I'm feelin' okay, yeah I'm feelin' okay
I'm a rubber band
I've got to do it tomorrow
Don't have to do it today