I need a new crisis like a bullet in my head When I'm left to my own devices I dwell on everything I said Til the battery is dead Been this way my whole life Playing out both sides of Conversations in my imagination I've got a projector in the back of eyes Playing the outcomes Til they come out right Draining my happy Killing my vibe It always goes different in my mind My brain, needs a straightjacket or a filing cabinet Or just some fucking acceptance Cause been this way my whole life Standing up on the ride And stopping the whole thing Before it ever gets going I've got a projector in the back of eyes Playing the outcomes Til they come out right Draining my happy Killing my vibe It always goes different in my mind