*inspired by The Ballad of me and my Brain by the 1975 *
All the laxatives in the world can't help,
Because honey you're full of shit
You lie to everyone,
But even more to yourself.
You've cut so many times,
Some wounds may have healed,
But they still feel like they're open and fresh
You were alive a moment,
Guess you lost the feeling
And don't worry about boring them
With your self-pitying speech.
They all already know,
That you're brain went away,
But they can't understand because they still got theirs.
And everybody likes everybody
And everybody is making love with everybody
But you're still in the corner looking for your brain.