I run in circles to catch the person who’s chasing me. I have to live a good life to prove to them they were wrong. It’s so alarming when your mind shuts down and cannot sleep. I think in riddles to keep them from getting in my head.
I could stop these thoughts for $27. I could pop a Xanax and be regular.
I wake up every night to make sure all the doors are locked. I don’t drive anywhere ‘cuz I’d just monitor my speed. Do you think it’s funny that I made a rut and now I’m stuck? Ha, I built myself up using only all your bladed taunts.
I need my dark, ill-conceived thoughts to make another record. All the time I spend alone is how I keep my head from exploding.
Please, psychoanalyze me. Please tell me that I’m wrong. Please reach inside my head and tell me what I’m thinking of.