Stolen Years

It's like I'm barely moving at six hundred miles an hour I'll be dead, gone, and buried before I'm ever in power Of the thoughts that slip between my grips and drip into an ocean A bleak and hollow chasm so I dip into the potion Prescription or a shot Doesn't matter what you got Don't know if I'll be myself It might be better if I'm not So I'll sip another drink No control of what I think And I don't know how to stop it Maybe I should see a shrink He'll ask me all about all of the shit that I've been through He'll say man that is awful but I have a cure for you Just take this little pill with water every single day Then it will numb the madness that is making you this way Don't know what keeps me terrified and paralyzed in fear I pray it will just fix itself and wipe away the tears It must run in the family with the countless stolen years And maybe it's just something that I'm not ready to hear And maybe I need help And maybe it's okay And maybe I need help And maybe it's okay It's like I'm barely moving at six hundred miles an hour I'll be dead, gone, and buried before I'm ever in power Of the thoughts that slip between my grips and drip into an ocean A bleak and hollow chasm so I dip into the potion Prescription or a shot Doesn't matter what you got Don't know if I'll be myself It might be better if I'm not So I'll sip another drink No control of what I think And I don't know how to stop it Maybe I should see a shrink I'll tell him it's been like this since the moment I was born Forgive me if I'm hopeless but I've seen it all before I've done all of my homework and you're telling me there's more Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor Your brain is all unbalanced, twisted up and out of whack You need to sort it out or you will have a heart attack Don't need a shot of vodka just to feel like you can breathe You're stuck inside your head and this will finally let you leave And maybe I need help And maybe it's okay And maybe I need help And maybe it's okay It's like I'm barely moving at six hundred miles an hour I'll be dead, gone, and buried before I'm ever in power Of the thoughts that slip between my grips and drip into an ocean A bleak and hollow chasm so I dip into the potion Prescription or a shot Doesn't matter what you got Don't know if I'll be myself It might be better if I'm not So I'll sip another drink No control of what I think And I don't know how to stop it Maybe I should see a shrink, yeah It's like I'm barely moving at six hundred miles an hour I'll be dead, gone, and buried before I'm ever in power Of the thoughts that slip between my grips and drip into an ocean A bleak and hollow chasm so I dip into the potion Prescription or a shot Doesn't matter what you got Don't know if I'll be myself It might be better if I'm not So I'll sip another drink No control of what I think And I don't know how to stop it Maybe I should see a shrink