Message to my brain

This is a message to my head. 
I’m asking you if I can just forget. 
Can’t you give me serotonin?
I’m so sick of the adrenaline. 
We ain’t being chased by no freaking lion!

Can you let go of the past now?
Aren’t you so sick of the crap now?
There’s too much cortisol,
Can’t you just forget it all?
You’re meant to process and protect,
Not to obsess and to neglect. 
How do you think this is ok?
I panic every single day. 

I make my tea and toast,
And I already know,
You’re there again just to shake it up now,
Then suddenly I can’t breathe,
You try to freaking bury me,
Big brothers watching through my own eyes. 
It’s only tea and toast,
But now I’m white like a ghost. 
I wish I could at least explain it. 
But no. 

This is a message to my brain,
Can’t you stop making me insane?
Why the hell you make me shaky,
When I’m just watching tv. 
Now I’m freaking hazy and my breathings really crazy. 
Can’t you see you just amaze me?
You’re supposed to help but you just hate me.

The wave is coming in and it’s so strong again. 
I’m gonna ride that bitch and let myself win. 
I’ll breathe the toxins in,
Exhale the environment.
I’ll keep my head up high and know I’ll be alright. 
One day my mind and I, we’ll be one of a kind. 
Until then I’ll beat the crap out of the guy. 

Punk rock