You know the sound that you hear from shitty hospital lights
That's the sound my brain claims dear for another sleepless night
Because a respectable peer insinuated a fight
And by that I mean I over-interpreted in my mind
We had a minor disagreement, but they didn't show dislike
But the Blue's Clues of insanity is certain that he's right
God forbid that two adults can settle up over a gripe
But I just can't accept that control is finite

This is just the way that
Business is run here, plenty of fun here
We just got new imports, picture frames with some fears
It's like Pandora's box, good's buried under the bad
Problem is it's the shittiest picture frame I ever had

Maybe I'm an overthinker
Maybe I'm an under-drinker
Maybe I'm a problem linker
Who imagined a middle finger
And sorta let the vibes just linger
Before I'm told I'm a dead ringer
For the person in your dreams hiding from my own screams
God knows I'm not the harvest bringer

A tiny part of my brain's going minorly insane
Doing its best to decode all the things you keep saying
And it's probably why I'm staring at the dark at 4:08
It's not my fault, this is just the way I'm made

This just seems to be the
Factory default, thought caused a free fall
Now we're on the freeway, brain speed is illegal
I'm getting pulled over by a man with my face
But he's a personification of the parts I hate

Maybe I'm an overthinker
Maybe I'm an under-drinker
Maybe I'm a problem linker
Who imagined a middle finger
And sorta let the vibes just linger
Before I'm told I'm a dead ringer
For the person in your dreams hiding from my own screams
God knows I'm not the harvest bringer

Alone with all these voices
And all these vices and advice I won't take
That takes up space in my brain
I am not interested in validation
Yet I'll misread and mistake conversation
As if it's an attack, knife in back
My train's about to crash
Insecurity station

Maybe I'm an overthinker
Maybe I'm an under-drinker
Maybe I'm a problem linker
Who imagined a middle finger
And sorta let the vibes just linger
Before I'm told I'm a dead ringer
For the person in your dreams hiding from my own screams
God knows I'm not the harvest bringer