Hypomanic

Aw dammit
I'm hypomanic
I panic with all the planets
And even while taking xanax
Believing in platinum  static
Stuck stranded in standard status
A Bandit, behold what the gods demanded
It's old but I understand it
Mighty
With rhythm hiding
I'm gliding, my mind is frying
I'm lying when I am dying
No pride in the crying, sighing
All aim, the sights are spying
While spraying
The paint drips
Off the words I'm saying
Just playing