| You wouldn’t know me depression kicks in, when panic’s attacking and I miss
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| medicine
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| When my neck can’t hold up my head and I just can’t get out of bed
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| When you see me uncomfortably chain smoking, trying to force up a smile
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| Then I’m slippin' (slippin') again
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| And I don’t wanna drag no one down with my problem
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| That’s in my head
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| I’ll probably snap out but I just don’t know when
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| Apologies from me
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| This is nothing that I want you to see
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| Trying to drown out that ringing voice
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| Mike, give it up, give it up
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| Like a pick in a hollow body
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| Give it up, give it up, give it up down
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| Into the sea, tentacles got me by the neck and they’re pulling me down
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| I try to keep in check
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| Stay on top, teeter tot won’t balance I guess
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| Every time I get one under control the rest start rising and then
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| I stay shut up in my home
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| Agoraphobic and alone
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| 'Til with bit lip, fuck it, I gotta try
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| Hands clenching, sweating
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| Don’t want no one to see in my mind
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| It’s not a pretty sight
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| The right half don’t work and the screws aren’t tight
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| Apologies from me
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| This is nothing that I want you to see
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| Trying to drown out that ringing voice
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| Mike, give it up, give it up
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| Like a pick in a hollow body
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| Give it up, give it up, give it up down
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| Into the sea, tentacles got me by the neck and they’re pulling me down |