Swaying in the breeze Filter out what’s bad, and just breathe Release tension, make sure to mention What it is that bothers you genuinely Be honest, and take your one-step premium injection What bothers me is rejection But now the medicine is kicking in And my awareness places emphasis on the comfortable Thor is so convenient and reliable Unlike me, but that’s what it’s for I don’t need confidence, I don’t need the future All I need is you and this moment and I’m good to go But wait, that’s selfish, isn’t it? (yes) Always something wrong (what’s wrong?) Why isn’t it working anymore? You’re not supposed to show up Not here, not now….. I’m supposed to be comfortable But even my medicated moments are infected With thoughts and memories of you For being so far away, you sure do a hell Of a job controlling me, touching me, changing me And ruining what little sanity I have left “Thank you,” I say to my distorted reflection A face that morphs into a caricature of you Thanks for showing me just how distorted And fucked up I really am