Basket Case - Green Day

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,
or 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
she said my life's a bore,
so quit my whining cause,
it's bringing her down.

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,
or I'm just stoned?

Grasping to control.
So I 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,
or I'm just stoned?