The morning’s cold, the mood is set

I’m winning arguments I haven't even had yet

I sat down to write a masterpiece, or maybe just a list

But I found a cool rock in my pocket I forgot existed

Checked the time, it’s 2 PM—actually, wait, it’s four

I’m researching the history of the Victorian swinging door

It’s essential information, yeah, it’s vital to the craft

I’ve got forty open windows and they’re all a rolling draft

My ADHD is killing me, killing me

My ADHD is killing me, killing me

Lo-fi beats to study to, or stare at the wall

I’m a productivity king until I hear the siren call

Of a Wikipedia rabbit hole about a flightless bird

I’m the most focused person that you’ve never actually heard

My brain is like a browser with a hundred noisy tabs

And I can't find the one that’s playing "Jazz for Labs"

I’ve got three half-finished hobbies in a pile on the floor

And a brand new set of oil paints arriving at the door

Irony is planning out my life in thirty-minute blocks

Then spending sixty minutes searching for my matching socks

I’m a high-speed processor running on a dial-up speed

I’ve got everything I want, except the thing I actually need

They say "just get a planner," like I don't have twenty-five

Full of empty Januarys where I felt so alive

I’m a visionary, really, just a little bit displaced

I’ve got the spirit of a marathon in a five-foot space

My ADHD is killing me, killing me

My ADHD is killing me, killing me

Lo-fi beats to study to, or stare at the wall

I’m a productivity king until I hear the siren call

The lo-fi’s looping, the sun is going down

I’m the most accomplished "almost" in this whole entire town

I’ll finish this tomorrow… or in twenty minutes' time

Wait, what was the prompt again? Did I even make it rhyme?

My ADHD is killing me, killing me

My ADHD is killing me, killing me