*sigh*
Oh, i feel like sh—
(sh*t, it's okay, luke, you can swear.)
And i'm sick of it!
(good boy.)
A brain like flavoured water
And it tastes so grim
Uh
Well, i feel my age
And i feel my youth
I feel too much, ain't that the truth?
I feel like there's something wrong
I've felt it all along
Felt it for twenty years and
Now the habit's strong
And every time it's the same
It feels so real and i feel so drained
Familiar patterns that i never see
Until it's too late
To say, "oh wait, this is the ocd"
Oh...
Oh...
Caught on the gears
As they start to spin and my
Mental machinery has dragged me in
So i'm broken in half
And in half again
Hungover, drawn and quarterеd
Feeling like i'm never gonna win
And why thе hell would i think that i could?
And every time it's the same
It feels so real and i can't explain
Familiar patterns i just don't perceive
Until it's too late
Uh, much too late
And every time i obsess
I know it'll take weeks to clean up that mess
Familiar patterns i should know by now
But it's hard to find the way
Out of the woods when you're afraid
It's hard to unlock the door
From inside the cage
Familiar patterns that i can't break through
So grab a dustpan and a bin bag and a broom
We've got work to do