G inside

I’m in the loungeroom

And I can’t hear anything, the coolers on

I thought I heard you out the back

Do I go out the back, now?

Or if I go out the back, will you be coming here, then?

And so on

So in a sense, in my mind, you have occupancy

I’m in my house, and I’m thinking where is g?

How do I relax if she gets mad at me?

But why would you be out the back

If you know I spend my nights without mum in here

So I’m running back and forth trying to please you

Only, I never really know what you want me to do

Probably because you’re already everywhere

Inside my schizophrenia