i'm not crazy, i just don't have a grasp on myself.
"all day staring at the ceiling makin' friends with shadows on my wall all night hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something hold on feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown and I don't know why well I'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell i know right now you can't tell but stay a while and maybe then you'll see a different side of me i'm not crazy i'm just a little impaired i know, right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be me, talking to myself in public and dodging glances on the train and I know i know they've all been talkin' bout me i can hear them whisper and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me out of all the hours thinkin somehow I've lost my mind i've been talkin in my sleep pretty soon they'll come to get me
yeah, they're takin' me away"