'Sick' Would Be A Good Excuse

Depression is not anger
And I was-am not me
Everything strikes like a chord
Repeated
Like lectures retold
I wish I didn't care so much
About everyone not me
Kill the cat and the conscience
Bury them in a shoebox in my backyard
I'll see them again when I want to
But right now I don't need to count sheep
I fall asleep to the thoughts of
Nothing

And I am-was not me