Everyone appreciates a pattern, I think
Brains that come scattered aren't attractive, are we?
Everyone will mediate between a tightening vice and their absent-minded fingers in parentheses
My bottom line is that I'm dying

Oh my my my mind

You told me you're sorry for being crazy
Please baby, don't hate me for saying
That I wasn't listening but the voices get distracting sometimes

Lectures on a textbook guilty conscience
I responded "no contest," I'm honest:
It's partly my privilege that causes me to shake and unpreditably cry, that's why

Everyone appreciates a pattern, I think
Brains that come scattered aren't attractive, are we?
Everyone will mediate between a tightening vice and their absent-minded fingers in parentheses
My bottom line is that I'm dying

I would never want to seem dependent
But I'm pent with this endless contentment
I'm just afraid of when you feel how hard I'm leaning on us

We wish we were typical in one sense,
Now your sundress has unveiled your undress
While I get measured up for a jacket that restricts any use of my arms

Everyone appreciates a pattern, I think
Brains that come scattered aren't attractive, are we?
Everyone will mediate between a tightening vice and their absent-minded fingers in parentheses
My bottom line is that I'm dying

Everyone else never sweats such sad things
They're off on a typicality, off on a typicality
My bottom line is that I'm dying

Everybody misses what they don't have
I'm missing what I won't have
My bottom line is that I'm dying