Slow down
Those words mean nothing
My brain just revs up faster
Pressure bomb in a goddamn knifefight
Ecstatic pathways runaway, flood my mind
Overstimulation makes me feel like I’m alive
Oh, I wish there was a way that I could sing these lines
A million miles a minute, maybe then I could begin to feel like
They could keep up with the semi-automatic
Static that’s keeping me up
It drives me forward every moment
Makes sure I don’t stop too long to
Smell the flowers
I been here too long, I might burn up and explode
Slow down
Those words mean nothing
My brain just revs up faster
Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight
I get in the way of myself
And it hurts to admit
That sometimes I’m unequipped
To handle
It all on my own
But why do it alone?
You might burn out and explode
Slow down
Those words mean nothing
My brain just revs up faster
Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight
I’m at the end of my means
From idolizing a made-up man who one day could be me
But does that version sleep at night?
Or ever take a minute to just breathe?
Or Just to be?
(1, 2, 3, 4!)
Slow down
Those words mean nothing
My brain just revs up faster
Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight
Slow down
Those words mean nothing
My brain just revs up faster
Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight
