Super-Unglued

Today I'll have the chamomile
But I can't say how I will feel tomorrow
When I'm lungless or the world is ending
One thing that is certain
I won't die behind a curtain with my heart out
Feeling nothing, failing you
You're floating but super-unglued

Take this tube of caulking
You can use it while you're rocking
You can throw it back and kill it off to quench your sorrow
I can't stand to love you
When the sky is blue above you
But I'm sure you haven't noticed
You're too screwed to see straight
You're super-unglued

I'm so tired of taking care of everything
And making sure you're functioning like all thе normal people do
Without the props and Krazy Gluе you need

Why are you always breaking on me?

The last thing that I'm saying: please assemble
It's dismaying seeing you in such a solid state of unfixed, busted
Incomplete, in pieces
The adhesive of your genius is a habit
Super-unglued, you're so extreme
You're drowning, and you're drowning me

I'm so tired of putting you together in a pinch
You're not so important that I should waste my time
In trying to jigsaw puzzle you