Verse 1:
Your room is always full of crap, your thoughts often irrelevant
Your dishes always need a wash, phone battery is five percent
At least three quarters of the time, where's the order in your mind?
In the morning you'll be fine, yeah
But morning never comes and mental work is never fun
Brain's an elephant that remembers every single dumb
Thing that you've ever done ever, things that you haven't done yet
Things that you'll come to regret, feelings as real as it gets
But that aint the real deal - You could afford to get more grounded, how a
Heel feel - maybe you're bored with your surroundings need a
Real thrill - but life is found in mundane moments it takes
Real skill - to take your little wins and focus on the
Wind chill - that hits your face when you're outside and
Nothings wrong with you - logistically you have the power to make
Lots of moves - instead you choose to stay leaned over like a
Hypotenuse - feeling horrible

Chorus:
You're caught in hyperfocus, stuck on everything and nothing in the middle of the room paralyzed
It's kind've like hypnosis, choosing to fixate on the flaws that need fixing in your life. It's only recently that
I have noticed, these are trains of thought. That have no actual
destination and you have bought...so many tickets to ride forgetting that you can walk. Just pass right by the stop. Give the present all you got.

Bridge:
I wanted to flow (be easygoing and aware of things)
Started the show (it's too much, how do i take care of things?)
Now I just wanna let go (that's a mistake you will lose everything)
Shoulda taken things slow (no)
I wanted to flow (you'll slowly start to be aware of things)
Started the show (you'll find your own way to take care of things)
Now I just wanna let go (no need to grapple onto everything)
Shoulda taken things slow (Flow)

Verse2:
My room is always full of crap my thoughts often irrelevant
My dishes always need a wash, phone battery is five percent
At least three quarters of the time, there's disorder in my mind
But I know that I'll be fine, yeah
Self judgements unrelenting, mental work is never ending
And the arrival of me making it is forever pending
But I'll keep trying to maintain a state of content with my shit
All of this maniac millenial shit
Yeah we the best gen, I talk to myself the same way I talk to a
Best friend, and life's a real bad b!tch that
Don't owe nothing to me, but a couple hundred moments where I
Find the beauty, the voices in my head unruly yeah they're
Quite ferocious, but I get from A to B with inner calm
Despite the noises, I'll take my meds on time with water stop and
Smell the roses, tune in next time Dragonball Z, random lyrics written by
Me, sponsored by ADHD with a dash of hyperfocus

Stuck on everything and nothing in the middle of the room paralyzed...
Choosing to fixate on the flaws that need fixing in your life...
Stuck on everything and nothing in the middle of the room paralyzed...
Just pass right by the stop. Give the present all you got.