all day
staring at the ceiling
making friends with shadows on my wall

all night
hearing voices telling me
that i should get some sleep
because tomorrow might be good for something

hold on
feeling like i'm headed for a breakdown
and i don't know why

me,
talking to myself in public
and dodging glances on the train
and I know
i know they've all been talking bout me
i can hear them whisper
and it makes me think that there must be something wrong with me
out of all the hours thinking
somehow i've lost my mind

i've been talking in my sleep
pretty soon they'll come to get me
yeah, they're taking me away

well i'm not crazy
i'm just a little unwell
i know right now you can't tell
but stay a while and maybe then you'll see
a different side of me

i'm not crazy
i'm just a little impaired
i know, right now you don't care
but soon enough you're gonna think of me
and how I used to be.