I can't draw And I can't sing I can't do a lot of things I have to take breaks When I run Because I pollute My sorry lungs I cannot put words To my feelings sometimes So I talk in choppy sentences And send you late night rhymes I can't get that one strand of hair To lie flat on my head And sometimes I forget I'm alive Convinced that I'm dead I'm really not good At getting out of bed I can't do a lot of things Other people can