Lyrics In Between Meds - August Kamp

The most important thing to understand for anyone who
Wants to understand me is that I know I'm not healthy.
And I am under no misconceptions that the way that I
Think is rational or acceptable or justified or justifiable.
The reason that I am the way that I am is that my immediate gut
Feelings and emotions are only partially
Rooted in objective reality because I'm bipolar.
I know I'm not okay, I'm trying to be okay.
Because if I don't try every day, then I won't be.
And that is not a way that I enjoy living.
And I know that nobody has a perfect life and everybody's quality of
Life is influenced by things around them and that I'm very lucky
In the grand scheme of things to be living the life that I live.
What hurts me is that my issue is internal.
The issue is dangerous and the issue is internal.
Bipolar disease has the highest suicide rate
Of any mental illness, the issue is dangerous.
I will not outgrow it.
It is part of my brain,
It is forever part of the pinkish-gray meat computer that is me.
The issue is internal.
I'll start arguments for no reason. "
You did this yesterday,
So why can't I do this now" I try to draw parallels between other
People's behavior and my own because it
Makes me feel justified, it makes me feel sane. (
I'm losing my mind) And I'll try to push others into apologizing
For things because if someone else
Apologizes then I'm not the problem.
Or the whole problem.
I am the problem.
I'm sorry

I know I'm not the one to stay quiet when I care
And I care too much
I know I'm just the type to shake hands when I'm scared
And I'm scared
But can't you believe me
When I say that I feel the weight of the moment
And can't you believe me
When I say that I'm hanging on by a thread
Can't you believe me
I see what I'm doing I feel wide-eyed and helpless
Can't you believe me
I don't understand how the shapes in my hands
I know it's not my fault
When I feel scared of the things I do to you

The things I see myself doing and the things I hear myself saying.
And I think it's hard for people to accept that and still love me the
Way they did because it feels like accepting that I'm a crazy person.
And it's hard for me to accept that and still love me the way
I did because it feels like accepting that I'm a crazy person

I know when I'm in between meds
It might feel like I'm someone else
But it's still me in here
I know when I'm in between meds
You miss me, dear
I miss me too

I know I'm not what you might want
But I just might be trying my best
I know I'm not what you might want
But I just might be on my way