It might appear that I am losing my shit
But I'm getting better even if you don't see it
Swirling walls in a stranger's apartment
But they live real close so I can make a break for it
I'm temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
Drowning words with over-emphasis
A fear of malapropism clouding my senses
Horribly afraid that I'm sounding pretentious
I can barely make it to the end of the sentence
I hate how the wound can stay so raw
Even if it's hidden, bits of lemon can make it burn
My false movements are governed by another
Feel the pressure as they cling to the arm of their lover
I'm temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
Drowning words with over-emphasis
A fear of malapropism clouding my senses
Horribly afraid that I'm sounding pretentious
I can barely make it to the end of the sentence
Got so sick of the chicken-scratch letters
Suddenly felt inclined to do better
Other ladies on your screen
And your heart growing mean
And your lungs' turning green
So I fled from the scene
I'm temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
I'm temperamental and too sensitive
Crafting poor and empty arguments
Drowning words with over-emphasis
A fear of malapropism clouding my senses
Horribly afraid that I'm sounding pretentious
I can barely make it to the end of the sentence