I don't trust my mental
She's sporadic and unhinged
Wild, free, and careless
But it's beautiful– just a bit
I can't make decisions
Concrete choices turn to rot
Living one life, mourning another
I make bad choices– I forgot
I'll make plans at three a.m.
Not real grand but ambitious enough
Two cups of coffee and I'm feeling it
Sugar crashing, now it's rough
My mind plays tricks against me
Shows my heart just what she wants
Then it all fades into teardrops
There's no time for made up stunts
If I could take my brain out–
Dust it off and put it back,
Would I finally stop dreaming?
Could I accept what I know I lack?