I'm all consumed
but I don't want to be.
I can't shut it up
but I can barely think
about anything besides this.
I think I kind of like it.

I kind of like the chaos in my head.
Even when I hate it.
If it wasn't there
I think I would miss it.
Maybe that proves that I'm confused,
or maybe I'm just bat ****.
Does anybody have a jacket?

Sweetie I look good in white,
but padded rooms still leave a bruise.
I promise you.
I don't belong inside your box,
but I can't bite through all these god ****** locks.
And why the hell are there so many?
Do you actually think I'm crazy?
I listened and I took your help,
but I can't get out all by myself.
So I need you
to take that rusted metal key
and open up the door for me.