you're a psycho

i wake up and

my body takes nothing

my veins are so calm that's

how i found out it's wrong

it's not a panic attack

i'm just in attack mode

and when i take my time

not with timelines or lines

its prime time thighs and

high blithe hips unwinding

and it's fine find me twisted

all tied in your binding

i'm heading ahead like

heads of lettuce in bedding

let us rush in and

i'll be russian dressing

don't you worry i

saved all my hurry

for someone who

can hurry up too

we'll press fast forward and

head more toward

a home like us non psychos do

you're out of excuses

and don't think your clueless

i know who got to

have you clued in

so don't think your planning

will give you a hand in

releasing the jam that

you jammed yourself in

what i'm thinking is if

you stay put without blinking

the thing that you think

is so great is unwilling

and unwitting is fitting

but if you get found out

i'll hear all your shouting

but can't help the drowning