Their voice bangin’ on in my head
and believe me when I say that I’m
hangin’ on by the thread that’s
attached to the last of my sanity.

Noisy dreams are the worst
eyes poppin’ out of the bed
blood vessels ready to burst
but now I’m awake,

Today
I’ll take the pink pill
because I’m not ill
the green pill is for when
I am ill
or maybe today will be
special
it could be different
I might even be social and
talk

I’ll see how I feel a bit later.