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