Lindisfarne II

I fuck things up in my head so bad and twist ideas and realities into fantasies.
Think too hard about every single little thing.
Think too hard, that my exterior has no chance to catch up.
Sometimes I make my own skin crawl with my thoughts.
Sometimes I think I ruin myself a bit.
Sometimes I think I soil my own mind.
Sometimes I think I live two lives.
The me inside my head and the real me whom I neglect.