| I am going to the doctor |
| I am going through my mind |
| I am airing every thought out |
| In the sun to shed some light |
| Just passed the children’s toys |
| And office noise |
| A nursery leaves my way |
| And from that microphone |
| And speaker come |
| Now I hear them call my name |
| And that’s when I talk until I’m blue |
| Sweat my thoughts onto a couch |
| Become the notes that scribble down |
| Page by page |
| Until I’m filed away |
| I went to the doctor |
| And I soon lost track of time |
| I know those ears are hard to come by |
| I fed that meter one more time |
| There are more minds to read |
| And mouths that need |
| A pill and a paper cup |
| And every bill I ripped |
| In piles and never cleaned |
| Just covered up |
| And now it mostly comes in waves |
| But it’s not real it’s just my brain |
| I know imbalance is to blame |
| But either way |
| I’ll have to keep it at bay |
| It’s true |
| That you’ll have to find yourself |
| So dig up unstable grounds |
| Until you’re floating |
| It mostly comes in waves |
| But it’s not real it’s just my brain |
| I know imbalance is to blame |
| But either way |
| I am going to the doctor |
| I am going through my mind |