My Brain

I don't think my brain works anymore 'Cause keys and strings and airs become a chore I want the world but can't decide what for My mind is filled with skin and bones and gore Oh I don't think my brain is on the mend (My brains not on the mend) Get pushed and pulled towards nothing but an end (I'm running towards the end) The things I love are things I can't attend (So I will just pretend) When they're so good who do I think I am With a head and heart that get pulled in two different directions That get switched with a change in inflection Oh he knows That his bed and home aren't the same when you're left all alone With blood thinning to freeze in the cold Oh I don't think my brain works anymore He's never had it out for me before Well that's a lie, we've always been at war But now I fear my flag is on the floor