A fine moment of distraction
When I can see right through
But I see the signs approaching
Recognise my reaction that I've come to fear
I employ all my tactics
And refer to my strategy
But it's all unravelled
It's got a deathly grip on me
Demeans my character
And upsets my body
Suppresses the good
And corrupts my logic
Even with the boxes checked
Things seem destined to be wrecked
I'm tired of the quarrels
And I'm sick of the blue
Of losing my cool
When I have no reason to
I see it every time
And I just can't understand
What's happening to me
I can't break free
I can't break free
I can't break free
I'm tired of the quarrels
And I'm sick of the blue
Of losing my cool
When I have no reason to
I see it every time
And I just can't understand
What's happening to me
I can't break free