Hey, how ya doin? I'm working on sleep

And trying to adjust the things that I eat

Working on patterns, the things that I do

To prove to myself that I won't give into

All the slipping and giving more than I have

Repeating to myself that "it all gets better."

Checking off a dead end while I self medicate

Unable to grasp the ailment

Helping hands brought me a pair of empty frames

I can't see myself, just pieces of an attempt

Fragments of empty halls and impressions of enervation

I'll hold on tight to pure volition

I'm tired of forcing a change

From tripping and stumbling straight into bed

The whole room is spinning

Elegant truisms don't mean a thing

Coming from a neurotypical way of being

I've heard that the first step in choosing to mend

Is admitting that it's all rushing in my head

Checking off a dead end while I self medicate

Unable to grasp the ailment

Helping hands brought me a pair of empty frames

I can't see myself, just pieces of an attempt

Fragments of empty halls and impressions of enervation

I'll hold on tight to pure volition

Hold on tight to pure volition

Survive the front, you'll take it all

What's the point of getting better if I'm always taking cover

From the same artillery and recognizing it's still happening

There's a source for all the static, I can tell that it will never stop turning

I can tell it's working well for you