Wrestle With The Id

I don't really know what to think
Can't forget breathing, counting one, two, three
Though I'm stressed with feelings and melodies
Playing songs for you to make you follow me
Childhood trauma that's split four ways
Live within pajamas and sleep for days
Make no sense, no commence, no credits scene
You can't tell where I was, or where I've been
And I go on and on
End the want to be predominant
Feeling gone, and never get along
Better vagabond than feel some kind of love
And the one already long to count
All the time I can't is paramount
Make the climb, and maybe settle down
You make no sense at all between the verbs and nouns

Obsessed and self-absorbed
There's nothing wrong with me
I want to let you know
I wrestle with the ID
I dealt the hand you chose
Get nothing out of me
I know I'm not so scared
I don't know what is wrong now with my head

I don't really know what to think
Can't forget breathing, counting one, two, three
Though I'm stressed with feelings and melodies
Playing songs for you to make you follow me
Childhood trauma that's split four ways
Live within pajamas and sleep for days
Make no sense, no commence, no credits scene
You can't tell where I was, or where I've been
And I go on and on
End the want to be predominant
Feeling gone, and never get along
Better vagabond than feel some kind of love
And the one already long to count
All the time I can't is paramount
Make the climb, and maybe settle down
You make no sense at all between the verbs and nouns

Obsessed and self-absorbed
There's nothing wrong with me
I want to let you know
I wrestle with the ID
I dealt the hand you chose
Get nothing out of me
I know I'm not so scared
I don't know what is wrong now with my head