Mood Swings
Mania, the unwanted roommate
cantsitstillcantsitstillcantsitstill
You aren't alive enough
GO FEEL ALIVE
JUMP OFF A CLIFF
RUN AROUND NAKED
TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF IN PUBLIC
SHOPLIFT
it's 4:30 in the morning shut up and go to sleep
NO GO BE ALIVE
This is what my nights are.
Each night consists of too much energy mixed with just a bit too much paranoia
You know you should be sleeping
Or sitting still and taking a test
Or letting somebody else talk
But all you want to do is run around the sky
Flapping your beautiful wings
Showing them off
Running your mouth at a thousand words per mile
Nothing makes sense
Everything is faded
Or crooked
Or mashed up
Like potatoes
Trains of thought leave as soon as they come
Maybe you should hop on a train to shove it, boy
When i'm manic
I can get kind of irritable.
I like your shirt!
SHUT THE HELL UP TIFFANY
Yanno, like that.
Genuine compliments make my skin crawl with fury
Everything makes me loathe my existence
Mania is an unwanted roommate,
Barging in when it is least convenient for you.
They wear every single article of clothing you own,
Eat all of your food,
And sing show toons forté in your ear.
They don't make sense
TAKE THIS
Why what will i use it for?
CHILDREN PERFUME
what
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