Endless mechanisms,
Whirring in my head,
My mind is so screwed,
From all the things you've said.
You don't see how hard,
It is to talk to you
You're so close you don't see
That every word is true.
Yuo're supposed to be my secret-keeper,
And my problem solver
But now you're neither, never was in fact,
To my head you're a revolver.
You're lucky I don't listen
To the automatic words
You're lucky my head's screwed on right,
Else I'll be joining the birds.
You're probably not listening
But I wanted you to know
You've nearly gone and choked me
Giving me no room to grow.
The blossom wants to bloom
The blossom gets no room
My heart is hurting,
My head is turning
My mind is screwed
Because of you.