I didn’t feel like a case until the psych asked me all these questions
How old were you when you began to use drugs?
When did your stepfather get inappropriate with you?
How old were you?
How do you feel?
Do you ever have racing thoughts?
Do you ever talk really fast while sober?
Do you sleep through the night?
She suggested I have bipolar tendencies
I feel a room in this body
She told me I may feel more sexually frustrated
I may feel restless
I may have more impulsivities
I’m ready to go
But I’ve got these little things that I’ve been running from
I either love or hate
Tell me right now
I want to know why you’ve got me going
And now I have these racing thoughts
I guess I suffer from these little things
I want to know why you’ve got me going
Let’s take it out of here
I think I’m ready to go
I think I’m ready for it
I’m ready to go
I guess I really do race
My heart explodes and beats so fast that sometimes I don’t know what the hell to do with myself
You are taking me apart
I only shoot up with your cologne now
And here I am composing a burlesque
Ever since we met
I only shoot up with your cologne
It’s the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do
I have no regrets
So far so good