I'm Not Contagious

I've been paralyzed
Exiled and contrite
Ink stains on my skin white
Has this become work-related because I don't want that; I want...

For you to know how I feel
But, more than that, to be real
Truth be told, it's not safe
I am winding and unwinding and I'm unwound; let's rewind

`cause I just want my friend back
But I don't know how to do that
Damn my paranoia
I've been defiant and I've denied it, but I don't want to anymore

What I see is unreal
And I don't really know how they feel
Inadequate is my plea
This is all me, my literary dreams; it's not about you and I...

Just really ought to go home
I just don't want to go back alone
You decide where this goes, though
I need to be told where I'm going because the truth is I don't know

And I don't know...
No, I don't know...
Yeah, I don't know...