Cops gave me a ticket a long time ago

They're long gone; we still argue though

Coworkers hated me, or it was all in my head

I'll hear their mean voices until I am dead

The meanest girl who disdained me for all that I do

For some reason I hear her saying, "I love you."

Made a steak and it said it was grateful for being my meal

Took an antipsychotic though it was not a big deal

I'm in a hallucination trial for much of the time

No matter the offense or how minor my crime

A girl rejected me; I don't want to know why

Voices will suggest reasons or tell me to die

It makes me need reasons each morning for wakin'

Maybe this bag of maple flavored jerky bacon