My heart's been racing with my mind to the finish line of these fevered times
stuck down again
this turbulence has [bad word] tranquility pounding the walls inside these thoughts
I can't control and shooting through my veins
these heightened senses overwhelming
confusion replaces clarity
a neurotic rearrangement
you know the feeling when down feels up to
it's old tricks again
so misleading when it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
out of breath on the bathroom floor
and I'll make light of this night and night of this day
it's what I tell myself to sleep when I dream myself awake