"Basket Case"
— by Green Day
This song brings back memories of my middle daughter, driving down the dusty road home, listening to this song on the radio, the two of us singing along, bopping on the seats of the car. I'm sure those we passed in other cars for sure thought we were basket cases. To us, we simply were being free, having fun, and enjoying time with each other. The song held a shared secret between us
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid ?
I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
And quit my whining cause it's bringing her down
Grasping to control
So you better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
I'm just stoned
I'm just stoned
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