What I think does not
Really matter
You know yourself
And you have said it all
With one silken word
I'm not your type
And you're not mine
So what is this?

Outlined against the clouds
And one minute I'm a schizophrenic
The next I am someone else
This pain shoots across my head
Like a bullet train

I've got to get out of my head
And into something
A little more comfortable