Post-Op

You feel the pressure
Coming down on me
You talk it out
But it ain't funny
Two bank accounts
But there's no money
You're not around
So one and one make three
Asthmatic
Feel it when the pressure drops
Don't panic
Soon we gonna be on top
Bad habit
Wonder when we gonna stop
Get surgery
Just to be Post-Op

You're not invited to the party that surrounds you
You just keep quiet but the conversation sounds cool
Don't wanna leave so you're always on your way out
Talk in the air not in your lungs
You try to step out
Can't catch a break so in the night you have a breakdown
Locked in the bathroom like an addict on the way down
Post-modernistic
I am gifted but can't tell you
Through the high static and the manic of the people
I am neurotic, I can't stop it
Am I see through

You feel the pressure
(Sleeping in the dark)
You talk it out
(Think about it real time now dog)
Two bank accounts
(Shutting it down)
You're not around
(Sleeping on my own now)
Asthmatic
(Take a deep breath)
Don't panic
(Everything will be alright)
Bad habit
(Sleeping in the dark)
Get Surgery
(Think about it real time now)