La la la, I’m not crazy I used to think I was better than all of the pros I could build a fire while reaching out or all to myself I didn’t need any meth at all All the depression and lethargy’s all my fault I can be stronger and I can work harder And I can get over myself if I honor the values and visions and dreams that all matter to me And I finally prioritized what I need But I didn’t take care of myself, I neglected my physical and mental health I pretended that I didn’t have any problems And I had the tools that I needed to solve them But now that I finally have some experience Taking the pros that I thought were so serious I’m incapable, grounded and curious Turns out my problems run all that mysterious I’m not a zombie, no I’m not delirious Talk are you hearing this?