We take a lot of liberties
A selective editing as we storyboard our backstory
You be the narrator
I’m unreliable and lack discipline
Be the anchor at my waist
Harness for my dumb stunts
I’m freaking out again
Synaptic conflict in a medicated mind
I flicker like a light
Scribble with shaky hands
Unreasonable demands
Half a half-life
Let you down every time
I need an editor
I need a structured prose
I’m a sea of mixed up metaphors
I weave in and out
Sleep in between double yellow lines
Heart taps off rhythm out of time
I’m freaking out again
Synaptic conflict in a medicated mind
I flicker like a light
Scribble with shaky hands
Unreasonable demands
Half a half-life
Let you down every time
I’m freaking out again
Don’t break when I bend
Be my mirror