Pseudoscience

Why does it feel like in order to live
My left brain's got to die?
My brain may be weird but I don't mind.

Yet all the reasons I want to leave
Are the reasons I have to stay
Because reason is science and science is fact,
Fact is it's all pseudoscience to me.

Say sorry for when I'm a mess and sorry when I feel alright,
Seeing the baggage in my eyes from all the sleepless nights.
You say the apologies are empty but scared to look in this eye,
And the saddest part is that I mean it every time.

You'll label me one way just to say what you're not,
Backhanded compliments, with all that sweet your teeth will rot.
You fake believe to make believe that you are something more,
But all the things from your mouth are rotten at their core.

Little cuts sliced sideways with a sidelong guilty glance,
Play it cool maybe they won't notice the fire on your pants.
No I'm not here for you to label what I am or to be,
I'm not less of what you say, just just growing to honesty.

Don't twist what I mean,
Let me speak for myself, please.
You try to knock me down
To hide you're standing on your knees.

You'll make up a reason to make it fit your make believe,
But the truth is I don't believe you anymore.