You Are Not My Friend

This thing I've been living with all of my life sits upon my shoulders and I call it my head

For a girl I consider it a pretty case for another thing I like to call my brain

The trouble is this thing can sometimes keep me from falling asleep in my own bed

For there is a thing in my chest that sometimes causes quite the strain

This thing inside my chest is something I like to call my heart

When it's full of joy it likes to work with my brain and create beautiful works of art

But if what's inside my head is feeling lonely and dark

There will be no ambition for me to start