Mental

i've got this idea spinning around inside my head.
i see the world differently, but you never believe me.
i hear what's not there and i think thoughts that promote fear.
weird is a second skin that fits me like a glove.

i pick up my shattered ego and
get my glue out to put me back together again.
i tell you i'm mental;
insanity and my personality are one,
but you insist i'm wrong.
when you're mental it comes down to time.

i've got your face running in a loop.
my tracks are laid the wrong way.
i run through the dialogue.
i want to be sure he'll stay.
but it's never perfect and the up's always have a down.
flip a coin to see which me you get tonight.

i pick up my fragile soul,
hold it close to warm it up.
i told you i'm mental;
you think it's a silly kind of crazy,
but it's uglier then you think.
when you're mental it comes down to time.

i run out of time when you've had enough
and make a run for the door.
they all leave me, only the when changes,
time is the enemy when you're mental like me.