I'm already crazy, baby
So I'm not sure where to go from here
My mind's already split in two
And the voices haunt my ears

Can you love someone like me
whose brain is just a wheel?
A little mouse runs round and round to tell me how I feel

And when he's hungry, he just chews up all my pleasant thoughts
And leaves me with the ugly ones as my head slowly rots

I know I'm crazy, baby
but isn't that the fun?
Don't you love it when I'm angry and I let my mouth just run?

But when my mousey dies and the wheel will not turn
I'll finally stop writing and my past pages will burn