Moment of Distraction

A fine moment of distraction When I can see right through But I see the signs approaching Recognise my reaction that I've come to fear I employ all my tactics And refer to my strategy But it's all unravelled It's got a deathly grip on me Demeans my character And upsets my body Suppresses the good And corrupts my logic Even with the boxes checked Things seem destined to be wrecked I'm tired of the quarrels And I'm sick of the blue Of losing my cool When I have no reason to I see it every time And I just can't understand What's happening to me I can't break free I can't break free I can't break free I'm tired of the quarrels And I'm sick of the blue Of losing my cool When I have no reason to I see it every time And I just can't understand What's happening to me I can't break free