It's time for you to go, alarm says on my phone

But I'm not sleeping (I'm sorry, yes, I'm sorry)

"Grand scheme of things" conversations might be too much to handle

Too much eye contact

I'm feeling the effects

I'm lost and impatient

I can't understand what compels me to talk about everything

That pops in my mind

I am want versus should versus will

What I want, I shouldn't, but I will

Can't get much worse than this

It's sunny outside, but stormy in my mind