I'm looking around
But I can't seem to find
That crazy little thing
That I call my mind.
I'd like to stop searching
But what is the cost
Of admitting that hope
With my mind has been lost?
But then I met someone
Who offered his help.
And what a coincidence!
His name is Myself!
Now Myself and I,
We look all around.
But still my mind is
Nowhere to be found.
We look up and down
And to the right and the left,
Before I decide that
This is a clear case of theft!
I can't trust anyone,
Not even Myself.
So I flip him the bird
And send him to hell.
I reach for my sword
And he for the door,
But not before I
Leave his guts on the floor.
I've come to accept
That I'm shit out of luck,
Which isn't so bad
When you don't give a fuck.