i’m just a little tired
i’m a whole lotta scared
’cause the wind is blowing harder
than i’ve ever feared
i’ve taken up smoking
and i’ve started on the gin
i’m so much more unbalanced
than i’ve ever been
do you think that i am crazy
or just a little off my nut
do you think that i could qualify
as a psychoanalytic slut
it’s not that i like couches
or that i want to be ignored
just want a pseudo destination
i could point myself toward
i’ve taken big and little pills
i’ve stuck the pins and pushed the needles
i’ve prayed and i’ve done self-help
called my mom and listened to the beatles
and i’m not one jot closer
to the place that they call sanity
i’m stepping on my own two feet
these remedies are killing me
do you think that i am crazy
or just a little off my nut
do you think that i could qualify
as a psychoanalytic slut
it’s not that i like couches
or that i want to be ignored
just want a pseudo destination
i could point myself toward
so i haven’t left my bed in days
the jars and butts are piling up
what would freud or nietzsche say
if they saw an ego so corrupt
i’d like to think they’d be amazed
that their theories turned out oh-so-true
a wandering and helpless soul
just looking for somewhere to go to
do you think that i am crazy
or just a little off my nut
do you think that i could qualify
as a psychoanalytic slut
it’s not that i like couches
or that i want to be ignored
just want a pseudo destination
i could point myself toward