Field Medic HEADCASE
Please don't think that i hate you
When i don't want to see you
I just don't want you to see me
I've been hiding in dark rooms
Going to bed early
Self diagnosing on WebMD
I used to feel so pretty
Now i've got a complex
Is it supposed feel lucky
When they say i'm just a headcase?
My days pass in a bright blur
While my mind is elsewhere
I'm obsessing over who i could be
If the fog would be lifting
For some relief from this sickness
That beats me into submission
Anytime i'm happy
