[Verse 1] Been mentally missin in action my actions been missin the mark Got a mi-mi-misfire of synapses snappin at anythin passin my guard Innocent thoughts get a little too intimate slips into somethin bizarre Now I'm arguin with implications imaginations, imaginary scars Temper's a temporary tenant with permanent damage to do Tem-tem-temperamental, sentimental resentful, and painfully lucid Lu-u-ucid enough to dissect every irrational impulse But too fuckin exhausted to interrupt the intrusion I got a head full of headlines, half lies hindsight and hindsight's revision Re-re-revisin the reasons I'm reasonin myself into indecision Every conclusion's a collision a split second switch in position I'm thinkin in circles so vicious the cir-cir-circuitry's shortin the system [Hook] I'm painfully, painfully conscious of what I'm becomin Con-consciously catchin myself mid collapse, mid conviction I can talk myself down, almost start believin it One wrong syllable and I'm back in the thick of it [Verse 2] I'm so fuckin conscious of consequence consequence conscious of me An overdeveloped awareness with absolutely nowhere to be I can recognize every irrational thought as it's happenin live And that doesn't make it less real when it's eatin me alive Rational radical rabid erratic emotional static emphatic dramatic A panic mechanic with catastrophic habits ca-ca-catastrophizin the tiniest fragments I'm mentally mangled entangled in angles of arguments nobody started And every emotion's a loaded assumption I'm fuckin exhausted from guardin [Hook] I'm painfully, painfully conscious of what I'm becomin Con-consciously catchin myself mid collapse, mid conviction I can talk myself down, almost start believin it One wrong syllable and I'm back in the thick of it [Bridge] I can turn one innocent sentence into seventeen reasons to panic Get mad at a meanin I manufactured fuck, that's a nasty little habit A casual comment goes ca-ca-cascadin straight into catastrophe I'm halfway through hatin' your guts before you even get back to me I hate that the ugliest thoughts can feel righteous while they're occurrin That a person can matter so much and my mind gets vicious concernin em And I'm sick of apologizin for shit I ain't actually done While privately fightin a version of me I can't fuckin outrun I'm aware I'm a-ware I'm aware yeah, I fuckin get it. And I'm right back inside the thought before I can finish the sentence [Final Hook] I'm painfully, painfully conscious of what I'm becomin Con-consciously catchin myself mid collapse, mid conviction I can talk myself down, almost start believin it One wrong syllable and I'm back in the thick of it Re-re-replayin a hurt that hasn't happened Pickin at what I meant till I'm pissed at what I imagined I'm exhausted from knowin exactly how bad it gets But I'm here, and I'm tryin, even when I fuck it up again
