"Seventeen"

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If you keep repeating that it's all in my head
Then I won't read your lips
You can't think of anything better
Than the last thing you said
I want to be on top of the world
I take a happy pill
And for once
My smile feels real
But, hey
Just listen
The jokes on me
I've been driving myself crazy
My mind is a magician
It likes to play tricks
My favorite one is when it makes apprehension kick in
Too much nervousness
Panicking, sweaty hands
Get back to reality
Shaking my head back and forth
Convincing me of the suspicion
That they are laughing
And so am I
What a fool I am to believe
That everyone was out to get me
What about the tragedies that never even happened?
I'm blowing it out of proportion
I must be looking at it different
And it's exasperating
The way I'm thinking over and over again
I'm walking on a beach
Made out of a grain of sand
All the rockets blasting off
I'm lucky for it not exploding
I gotta be careful next time
I might not get it easy
This is a message
You can use me as a symbol
Do not become who I once was
Or you'll start to crumble
Washing down meds
Like you're deprived of water
So you can feel like yourself
And not disappoint anyone else
I need answers so bad
I need to know the aftermath
Forever waiting for what is coming
You probably won't understand
I won't be offended if you pretend
You'll be responding to my question
It's all in my head
I read your lips
There several definitions
On the last thing you said

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