pedal to the metal
and I lost control a long time ago,
thoughts keep on racing
oh I wish they'd go a little bit slow

continuously encircling me
like satellites are the troubles I see 
the troubles I hear are the same that I fear
rainy days don't seem to get clear

are your swimming or drowning
hard to keep afloat in this sinking ship,
because I've been waiting almost
all my life and I'm getting sick

every time you break from its grip
it's a downhill sprint so you better not slip
it'll pick you back up just to keep you locked down
so when you want to speak you cannot make a sound