Fidget from Mean Dreams by Miracles of Modern Science

Haven't been sad in a while
When I'm sad, I smile
Smile the sadness out of my mind
Making my brain believe I'm fine
Making my brain believe I'm fine

Shine the sun lamp in my eyes
No more change in the seasons
Should I seem less than alive
I can't imagine any reason
I can't imagine why, because I'm

Taking my pills and planning my dreams
Drinking my meals and dimming my screens
I'm trying every trick I know to keep on track
But something always manages to drag me back below

Haven't been wrong in a while
Fixed the flaws in my thinking
Throw the pieces in a pile
Every day the pile is shrinking

I've all but perfected my perfect routine
I've crossed through the checklist, everything's clean
I'm trying every trick I know to keep on track
But something always manages to drag me back below

Concentrate on your breathing
It's an ordinary feeling
Concentrate on your breathing
Just a solitary evening
If I'm crazy tell me

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