Thanks, Doc...

Stop scratching the surface or being reasonable.

A confusion fueled rage is what you get when nothing else seems to keep you in place.

It’s not the right amount.

It’s not a treatment for the tickles in the back of your head.

Don’t give it too much hope.

It’ll take you somewhere else without walking away.

It’s pushing a quick sob right in the back of your throat.

Simply a short question: How can the calm be so brief? Hard to tell apart?

A sour impression that you didn’t lose a fight that didn’t even start.

After all, you really thought it might work.

Yet it took so much courage to see the damage done.

Wandering in this mist for so long, Feels like there’s nowhere to belong

Night after night you’re sleepwalking ‘cause you’re too tired to fall asleep.

A puzzle with missing pieces. What if the cure is the poison?

Unhealthy repressions feel like an abandonment too strong to outsmart.

Is it a regression?

As if this medication could cure all the fright.

Lock the doors and throw away all the keys,

And wait for the whole house to fall apart.

You didn’t lose a fight that didn’t even start.

Yet it took so much courage to see the damage done

Stop scratching the surface, or being reasonable.

A confusion fueled rage is what you get when nothing else seems to keep you in place.

It’s not the right amount. It’s not a treatment.