Empathic Paranoia

I think I think too much now I’ve gone
ahead and lost my head
Somewhere amongst the clouds
Hovering, I’d love to come down
I know I know too much but never said
what needed to be said
Stuck in my haze of doubt
Struggling to escape this now, somehow...

I’m either assisting myself into the wrong
decisions
Or pinning myself down with the throngs
of suspicion
This dark cloud follows me around like
thoughts in comic strips written

This is all-too-real...This is all-too-familiar

I contemplate the way fate takes place,
chasing away yesterday, never replacing
the pages lost
Caught in a bubble of reality

This is all-too-real...but really this feels all wrong

Maybe I’m just thinking too much (yeah)
Maybe I’m not thinking enough (no)
Maybe I’m just thinking too much (yeah)
Maybe, just maybe...
Maybe all I feel is out of touch (yeah)
Maybe it’s real, within my clutch (oh)
Maybe I’m just thinking too much (yeah)
Maybe, just maybe...

Maybe it’s all I know...