Tick, tock I saw time stop And turn into tight knot in my mind Ive got a frayed wire caught in the phone lines, making me see everything as signs Left brain shut down Right hand tight around my thumb Ticking every single second till the feeling comes I want perfection, correction, this obsession isnt living, its just what Ive become But I remember such a different time I remember when it was my head I remember when I didnt mind If it wasnt right Under control... Less spit, I need more bite A little bit of innocence in my life Feed the meter every minute just to buy some time I need a weapon I can use to take whats mine Wait a minute, let me write it down so I dont forget My name, my face, my place, my mistakes I fought fate, and for a while I was winning But I lost the race I was born to live like this But I dont have to stay like this I remember such a different time What have I become? Under control...
remember, minute, tight, different, become