Frontal lobe seizures

I don’t know what I’d do without
I can’t picture it

Like the time I lost track of time because of it
And nearly missed work

Or the time I fell into myself and never came back out
Trapped inside of a Möbius strip

I need it
To breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive

Show me that you love me
Helicopters and He-Man

I can’t change it
I remember all of it

I catalog it
I dream of it

I play it
I love it


Nothing seems to satisfy
I don’t know what I’d do without

Flay the skin
Monster inside

And the time in boot camp where I got lost
Inside of it

It became me
I became me

No, no. NO.
I already was. I always was.

Oh, yes, Maynard, it satisfies.
You’re the object of my frontal lobe seizures.