explaining something inexplicable (psycho systematic)

you're witty and psychosomatic, symptoms aggravated by

mental dramatizations that will never lack supply

there's an itching in my tendons, one that's telling me to run

but another in my heart that's telling me we've just begun

and i can't feel my fingers same way i can't feel your love

every day's a ball and chain, a game of push and shove

so write me one more hook, another twist, another scene

but your fountain pen is running out, your page is running clean

i haven't written anything in like a week this is shitty but it exists