Unrelatable Content

She said “boy, you need a shrink
To keep things a size that you can manage”
And I tend to think
I prefer when sighs can do their damage

Tangled in the tall fields
Or bed sheets in a high pile
She calls me Holden Caulfield
I catch her in a wry smile
And stutter back a denial:
Sad boy shit is not my style!

Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up
With the typical tempests in tea cups?
At the risk of sounding like a punk
I have long since lost all interest in that stuff
I’m not waging war with the self-absorbed
I’m just aiming for something so much more

She said “boy, you need a drink
To wash out thе tastes that you can’t swallow”
But I spill this ink
'Cause that’s not a lead that I can follow

But it’s not among my talеnts
To take it all in without blinking
I’m just trying to find a balance
Between over and under thinking
And if knowing what the difference is
Could calm my inner gibberish
Good riddance
Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t miss it

Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up
With the typical tempests in tea cups?
At the risk of sounding like a punk
I have long since lost all interest in that stuff
I’m not waging war with the self-absorbed
I’m just aiming for something so much more

But it’s not among my talents
To take it all in without blinking
I’m just trying to find a balance
Between over and under thinking
And if knowing what the difference is
Could calm my inner gibberish
Good riddance
Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t miss it