a folder named conjecture

I got a filing cabinet
in the attic of my mind
it's gray and made of steel
and the contents are all mine
there's my stack of poor excuses
receipts from 2009
and a folder named conjecture

I like to makeup stories
about stuff that I don't know
like how nobody likes me
and why my IQ is so low
or if my spirit's high
I'm thinking "hey! look out below!"
they're all going into 
a folder named conjecture

          I only feel safe
          when something's going wrong
          me and positive thinking
          we just don't get along

so if I'm in depression
and I'm feeling insecure
I'll tell you all a story
that I know is pretty sure
about how sometimes the symptoms
are more harmful than the cure
just look in a folder named conjecture
don't make me go and give all y'all a lecture
it's all there
inside a folder named conjecture