He said he wanted to know where my mind was
But I don't know how to say that 15 seconds prior to you texting
I was pulling my hair and screaming at the door;
I feel crazy more than half of the time, and I'd admit myself,
but adults don't admit they're crazy anymore.
So I simply tell you my mind is in shambles
and it's been a bad bad day;
You ask if I want to text you later:

proof you already don't want to stay
proof why I wish all my boys away