for most of you

I wake up in a body
I don't know how I found
but I've worked my way into it
inside and out, and
I still feel the reaches
I can't wiggle all the way
to fill

Most each and every day,
I've been turning my head around
inside and out, and
I can't decide what everyone
is talking about, but
it's easily enough
done and said, to play
my part

Almost each and every day,

And I imagine for most of you,
it goes the same
I imagine for most of you
it goes the same
Imagining you're the only one
stuck in a brain, born
a little too close to sane

For comfort, I will carry myself
everywhere my memories serve me well
but I still can't handle it
I was born with intuition but
I've backed my way out of it
staring into the abyss
where I used to fit,
and I look back

Each and every day almost,
to a soundtrack of all the greatest hits
that somehow missed every one

so close

And I imagine for most of you,
it goes the same
I imagine for most of you
it goes the same
Imagining you're the only one
stuck in a brain, born
a little too close to sane

to get all the way out
or all the way in
you get just enough of the joke
to make it sting
you get enough of the rules
to know
it's not a game, and therefore
you can't win.

but you play

And I imagine for most of you,
it goes the same
I imagine for most of you
it goes the same
Imagining you're the only one
stuck in a brain, born
a little too close to sane