I wake up in mid sentence, 
heart already answering crys
of questions I didnt ask for

Adrenaline spelling m name wrong
over and over it repeasts,
like its trying to 
take over me

I sit to prove I still can, 
but i keep renegotiating,
but no ones there,
but empty air

I call it focus, 
my doctor calls it history
my body calls it midnight
i call it insanity 

I dont know what to do
when it finally gives in and stops
when the chemicals pack up
and leave me
with a empty room
and my name in my mouth

Been here so many times before
I should get a plaque
or a recling chair
to plant my flag

Pain from the pleasure
pleasure from the pain
I cant tell which is which
who invited who to the mix

Im told it passes
Just a seasonal phase
But weather still ruins house
Still floods basements
still washes away memories
takes anything in its path
away

I dont know what to do
when will it end
when my current goes neutral
and im just a body again
still searching for the signal
that means this seasons over