A.D.H.D

I'm sitting with my friends

But I'm not really here

I'm in the back of my head

Questioning everything that I ever said

And I forgot things all the time

Like brushing my teeth before bed time

Or the existence of my washing machine

The second I leave the room after putting laundry in

I feel too much

But I'm constantly bored

Isn't there a cure?

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

That's what my doctor proposes

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

It's not ideal but helps I know this

Where did I leave my keys?

Where did I park my car?

Why is everything so loud and bright

And where is my guitar?

Why do I feel so attacked?

I have friends I've been meaning to contact

Should I do that? Oh who cares!

What's the last time that I ate?

And why am I always late?!?

I feel too much

But I'm constantly bored

Isn't there a cure?

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

That's what my doctor proposes

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

It's not ideal but helps I know this

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

I have a diagnosis

A.D.H.D.

That's just my A.D.H.D.

Not an excuse

Just an explanation

For my procrastination

My occasional disorientation

But if you ask me

It's not a disease

And I wouldn't trade it

Cause it makes me so creative

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

That's what my doctor proposes

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

It's not ideal but helps I know this

I ask for drugs in helpful doses

I have a diagnosis

And a prescription from my doctor

That helps me think

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And then I forget to take them them anyways