GreatPerhaps - Crazy lyrics

She fidgets, to calm her powder keg mind. Rubbing the off-shade pink scar on her arm. Her head slowly tilts to the left, as if to move all her thoughts, to the left side of her brain. Problems are made into binary solutions and broken down with logical incision. The room is a cacophony of I-Can't-Deal-With-This-sh**, Get-Me-Out-Of-Here, I-SWEAR-TO-GOD-IF-HE-SCREAMS-AGAIN. But this changes little. The "real" world matters little in the calculated centimeters between soft and pale ears. Gray matter escapes, into more perfect galaxies that jealous reality claims are “fictional”. She is not the Latin labels, or 3 to 4 letter acronyms she has accrued after years of medical investigation. She is much more than the syllables they throw at her, mistaking a name for a solution. None of the names seem to fit. The doctors have found, it is hard to describe a universe.