I'm tired of feeling, bring back the
      numbness.
I'm fine, I promise.
Where do I put all these feelings when
     they overload my brain?
I've become one of those roadside
     ditches meant to catch the overflow
     of rain, except I'm flooded over.
I'm not okay.
I know how to seize control again
     though, with a stroke here and a
     stroke there.
I'm fine, I swear.
Don't worry baby, I've got this nifty
     little way of coping,
     it makes it all better.
I'm fine.  I'm fine.
I'm not okay.