What’s inside my messy head?Being funnyAnd when I’m dead.Things I should’veDone and said.And always stressAbout things lostAnd of my actionsWhat will be the cost.Was that jokeWeird or funny?Or what I’ll do outsideIf tomorrow’s sunny.So what’s inside my messy head?Maintaining strengthAnd the day’sShortening length.Being a starAnd messed up jokesThat I try to tell quietlyAnd how to escapeAuthority’s yoke.