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