To wear, or not to wear My teeth feel numb and my visions going out I can't see my thumb, though it's out and about There's a very distant throbbing, though it's miles away Miles through the sobbing, the heartache, the pain This instrument of death is waiting in its case You know, the small orange one sitting by the vase What? How did it get there? Is it following me around? "Yes and id like to put my retainer in your mouth!" I'm hearing the voices, it's driving me insane! "You're already insane for letting your teeth scoot away." Scoot away from each other or scoot away from me? "That there's the question, you wanna open and see?" No, get away from me! I scream and I itch Because these unsettling voices have an earie pitch I eat the next meal, a few hours passed And I can't help but feel the food going in between the gap The gap in my teeth? No! My braces fixed that! "And your retainer would help you if you weren...