Paralysis by Analysis

I’ve got my feet on the ground Head in the clouds I’ve got a grip on these strings So tight they buckle and swell I’ll dig my own grave Trust me it’s better that way I know the work it’ll take To carve the hole where I’ll lay This is the noise that I make To get me out of this place My blood is pumping double-time My heart can barely keep shape It’s more than I can take More than I like to let on The demons and thoughts in my brain The battle and what will remain Nothing I can’t change It’s all in my brain Nothing I can’t change I’ve got my feet on the ground Head in the clouds I’ve got a grip on these strings So tight they buckle and swell I’ll dig my own grave Trust me it’s better that way I know the work it’ll take To carve the hole where I’ll lay This is the noise that I make To get me out of this place My blood is pumping double-time My heart can barely keep shape Is this what I want? Is this what I need? To get me through She says “Darling, please, just flip a coin.”