Riding the bus
Paranoid, check for my keys again
I think she thinks I'm watching, that I'm staring when
I fidget in my favourite seat, loudest demos on repeat
Do they know who I am?
Maybe I should show them, brand new pad and pen
This lyricist who - what, now she's glaring again?
I'm the only sane one on this trip
We're becoming best friends

When did me drawing conclusions about you and me
From scrapes and contusions and marks on your sleeve
Change from the act of someone in control to
Someone who's lost underneath?
I'm lucky I'm the only one trained not to slouch
Don't these people know your lumbar's hooked up to your mouth?
I'm surrounded by fools, why do idiots surround?
Why does my head keep rewording this for grammar and sound?

I'm thinking too quickly for my hand with a pen
My 'a's look like 'o's, so they're kept in my head
I look like I'm preparing my words, it won't help
I'm set with two seconds on everyone else
I can feel time, it's stretching and it's bending around
I feel one with the lights and the merry-go-round
Give no shit that the tiniest shifts won't be seen
I would teach you, but no-one wants sane like me

I'd rather die for an idea than follow it through
My nose is so far up against a tree, the forest is lost on you
You can't see how important what I'm doing is
There's no such thing as overthinking this
How disparate, intellect and sanity
How multiple, my personality
And then I snore myself awake to fears I'm losing sleep
Let's all pick at where it's coming apart and focus on me