Trapped in My Mind

My adrenaline's crashed like Sunderland after Peter Reid

My head's more mashed than a carrot meeting a swede

But not like Benny from ABBA or Ulrika I mean veg

Like David Beckham against Argentina I'm seeing red

I'm aware I'm slowly dying and I'm battling against my age

My internal animal's crying and rattling against the cage

Overwhelmed and suffering permanent sensory overload

I'm feeling about as useful as the stairs in a bungalow

Bricked in but drowning in choice

Sick of the sound of my voice

I swam in the sink and I went and sank in the overflow

The noise gets loud like a vociferous crowd