Borderline

I sometimes think I’m borderline.
But don’t say that out loud
‘Cause talk like that makes chairs recline
Soft mumbles in the crowd

I sometimes think I’m borderline
But don’t look at me like that
Or think I’m slurping Bourdeux wine
That’s not the point I’m at.

I didn’t mean that I was borderline
Insane, ‘cause that’s a bit dramatic
I’m bored of life. I’m bored of mine.
So more - borderline erratic.

This isn’t my tragic decline
More like a tragic stumble
It’s not even technically a whine
More like a blasé grumble.

I sometimes think I’m borderline
And people jump up in a floozy
But that doesn’t mean that I’m not fine
It just means I’m a bit choosy.