therapy sessions start with
the pencil and pad
there was a stencil i had
until i ripped it in half
now i laugh at the voices all in my head
that repeat themselves every day in my bed
as i lay on my back with my a panic attack
and the xanax helps but the shit dont last
....
i got a problem with change
i got a problem beleivin that everythign is ok
you can tell me this shit about a million times
and i still wont believe i'll be accusin of lies
fuck it... tuck it all in underneath my skin
underneath my brain underneath my sins
and i'll let you manifest it
when the stressin begins
i got no way to be sane i got no way to get in
i'll never cross the finish line if i dont even begin


i guess i fill up my cup i guess i take one more puff
aint no way for me to win .... so i guess i give up
im on the
front line
in a war with brain
and i dont think i'll ever win it so im goin insane

and i think ima try to release my mind
til i reach for my sink and i slip on a dime
i'm... starin up at the celin thinkin
of all awkward feelins blinkin
on time with the beat... really
heart rate goin crazy... silly
same shit every day every time
every time its the same and i blame my mind
... for never listenin to nothin that i'm tellin it damn
it's like a fireball comin and here it goes again
fingertips tappin brain explodin overflowin with pain
that aint even real its really hard to explain
do i turn around depleted defeated go run and hide
do i put it in the mirror and look it right in the eye
i got reflections for days i got perfection to waste
i got intentions thats better than anything that u fake