I am too inconsistent
I'm sick too deep to fully heal
    (in time for your bouts of playfulness)
I'm a little close to the edge
I have a hard time keeping
    up with the changes, broad view
I do not like your brother
I can't cook worth dirt

But

You do not see people as they think they are
You act a little slantwise
You can't stand my quiet disorder
You have some strange compulsions
You just need to grow up
You always cry wolf