Unwell

all day
staring at the ceiling making
friends with shadows on my wall
all night
i'm hearing voices telling me
that i should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good
for something

hold on
i'm feeling like i'm headed for a
breakdown
i don't know why

i'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell
i know right now you can't tell
but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me
i'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired
i know right now you don't care
but soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how i used to be

see me
talking to myself in public
and dodging glances on the train
i know
i know they've all been talking 'bout me
i can hear them whisper
and it makes me think there must be something wrong
with me

out of all the hours thinking
somehow
i've lost my mind

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talking in my sleep
pretty soon they'll come to get me
they'll be taking me away