Sick

Straight and narrow nothing, 

I can't do anything with 

What shroud these heads- 

Plagued by serotonin daydreams, 

You and I. 

We share lungs I'm certain, 

I hear your half in my sleep. 

Ours is a marriage of aftermath. 

Supplemental personality- 

The brave hero of my year- 

But that doesn't matter since 

You're in my head too.