I am going to the doctor. I am going through my mind. I am airing every thought out in the sun to shed some light. Just passed the children's toys and office noise. A nursery leaves my way. And from that microphone and speaker come, now I hear them call my name. And that's when I talk until I'm blue. Sweat my thoughts onto a couch. Become the notes that scribble down, page by page until I'm filed away. I went to the doctor and I soon lost track of time I know those ears are hard to come by, I fed that meter one more time. There are more minds to read, And mouths that need a pill and a paper cup. And every bill I ripped in piles and never cleaned, just covered up. And now it mostly comes in waves, But it's not real it's just my brain. I know imbalance is to blame. But either way, I'll have to keep it at bay. It's true that you'll have to find yourself, So dig up unstable grounds until you're floating. It mostly comes in waves, But it's not real it's just my brain. I know imbalance is to blame. But either way... I am going to the doctor I am going through my mind.