My ankles keep clicking My ideas keep sticking I wish that I had less time But I'm tired and tested My heart double-breasted And I'm waiting to lose my mind I'm loosely configured And often delivered In packages tied with twine I'm easily dented And partly demented And I'm not even sure I'm mine I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind that I mind I don't mind that I mind I don't mind My fingers are cracking My spirit is lacking I wish I knew what to do But I'm slowed up and mindless Deliberately kindless And I can't ever tell what's true I'm heartlessly hopeful And childishly woeful My colors are tinged with blue I know all my demons Their names and their seasons But I'm still getting used to you I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind that I mind I don't mind that I mind I don't mind that I mind I don't mind