In the Throes

Staring at the bottom of a bottle again Lonely is a term I've come to defend I've got friends but they can't hear me Scream through this glass and I'm Stuck in my mind on a carousel Watching my life from an empty cell Like a ten mile tank with fifty to go I'm running out of gas for the end of the road It's like I'm tied to a chair by an open door I'm in the throes of fighting harder than I ever have before Losing this sleep keeps wearing me down Fighting for air and I've already drown It's someone calling out to me And I'm lost in a moving crowd Stuck in my mind on a carousel Trying to find luck in a wishing well Like a ten mile tank with fifty to go I'm running out of gas for the end of the road It's like I'm tied to a chair by an open door I'm in the throes of fighting harder than I ever have before This ain't a call for help I ain't breaking down But sometimes I feel like burning down the town You ain't innocent Don't point a finger at me Sanity ain't what you say At least I'll admit to anxiety