The Jitters

No one means what they say
 And you can tell as clear as deep-sea fish
 All internal organs and glowing eyes
 I've been good, I've been busy
 I've realized my friend's true intentions, cut all ties
 Been doing ten thousand pushups a day
 Plastic cube filled with pus that sits atop my supervisor's desk
 The feeling of ice on the inside of a wrist
 Always tired, need a nap
 I have to make myself brush my teeth
 I've made a list of everything I've ever owned
 When the days bring nothing new
 And the sound of laughter makes you sick
 And snide
 You know you've got
 You've got the jitters
 Nothing's wrong, I'm just fine
 I've realized I just don't like jokes
 I'm thinking of moving, I can't call anyone back
 You can tell every time they lean away
 When you just want to talk
 You couldn't buy their interest now
 Stolen cars in a heap, a naked body on the neighbor's yard
 When they let you down on cue
 When you give up way before you even try
 You know you've got
 You've got the jitters
 They glows as they near
 Then disappear like highway signs on a starless night
 And it's so hard to tell who's being fled
 And who's in flight