Why can't I ever
Corral my thoughts and keep them together
It's like my head is always under the weather
I know reader I sound like a broken record

But

If you can place yourself in the position 
That fate decided to place me in
When my head moves quicker than my mouth
And sometimes slower than a dead fish in a drought

There's never an in between 
Its either up or down to the Nth of extremes
I try to keep my composure but I always end up making a scene


That's what happens when there's no in-between