I should let go of this bleak situation
Drift away from all that I say
Don't hold me to this
This is my ugly side the most vile thing about me

I should try to recompose myself
My mind's out racing common sense
Air is getting harder to inhale
My words aren't coming out right

I need to get my feet on the ground
Before the ceiling swallows me whole
Lost in a panic over nothing important
Your mind just started thinking and hits the sweet negative
Now you're bawling your eyes out debate with yourself

Go get a shovel and bury yourself in the trench
This is making a mountain out of a molehill
This is breaking down before the tragedy