Unwell

all day staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall all night i'm hearing voices telling me that i should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something hold on i'm feeling like i'm headed for a breakdown i don't know why i'm not crazy i'm just a little unwell i know right now you can't tell but stay awhile 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 see me talking to myself in public and dodging glances on the train i know i know they've all been talking 'bout me i can hear them whisper and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me out of all the hours thinking somehow i've lost my mind