These Chemicals

Hey whats up, whats in your cup?
Mines half lemonade
I'll take things slow just know things
Likely won't stay that way

I'm trying to explain but told not
To speak so loud
This is my indoor voice
What are you talking about?

Micromanaged movements
Are directed all day
An inner dictatorial voice
Now i'll disobey

So I'll force a meditative
Present state and suppress
The nagging form within
Its too late I'll confess

I'm gonna pay
When I let go of the wheel
Its gonna hurt
Till then i'll choose not to feel
These chemicals
Hijack my head and my heart
But that okay
I was sick of being in charge

I told myself to tell you
To remind me to stop
But i fell blind to every
Rotation of the clock

An over active filters work
To stifle my words
So I'll turn them off and bear
The cost of having them heard

I'm gonna pay
When I let go of the wheel
Its gonna hurt
Till then i'll choose not to feel
These chemicals
Hijack my head and my heart
But that okay
I was sick of being in charge

Woah
Woah
Woah

So lets carried away
Its likely this is a mistake
Tomorrow I will safely write off
Tonight the battle has been lost
I'm not sure I care

I'm gonna pay
When I let go of the wheel
Its gonna hurt
Till then i'll choose not to feel
These chemicals
Hijack my head and my heart
But that okay
I was sick of being in charge

Woah
Woah



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Rockett, Wheelers Music
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