'We are TPing the mansions of logic'

Ironic how it all ends up to fit jigsaw puzzle solved for everyone but me pieces stuck tight And every mishap looks like forboding and it feels like it's my mansion being rolled 'cause all logic's twisted now well, their logic atleast but for me explanations don't always come easy or seem necessary even though this isn't how i want to be seen but 'baby, sugar, sweetheart' do nothing for me but that subject's tired over used and cliche and at the back of my mind now 'cause my life's one giant panic attack Two books, Three essays, Seventeen questions, and Five days to go. Oh Fuck.