What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s
Food for thought on the dinner table every evening
Can’t keep a hold of my brain
Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away

Feeling alone and afraid
Swimming through an ocean of emotional pain
Familiar course, no longer the same
Now I’m drifting out to sea where it’s unknown and unsafe

The voices in my head keeping talking loud
I’m in a thunderstorm of thoughts getting tossed about
Trying to stay afloat hoping I don’t drown
Cause if I start to sink it’s a long way down

Through a sea of mental noises
I can’t escape the toxic voices
The incessant questions come
But the answers are insufficient to shut them up

Is this real? Or is it fake?
Lost in thoughts pulled under the waves
Holding my breath, lungs full of mistakes
Gasping to accept all the decisions I’ve made

What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s
Food for thought on the dinner table every evening
Can’t keep a hold of my brain
Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away

What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s
Food for thought on the dinner table every evening
Can’t keep a hold of my brain
Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away

Overanalyzing everything
It’s such a vicious cycle getting swept inside these memories
Dwelling on the moments
Wishing I could keep so I reach out to hold them

But they slip through my grasp
I can feel myself sinking so I try to relax
Raining down thoughts, how long can it last?
Don’t know where the fuck I’m headed I’ve gone off of the map

I keep thinking I can THINK to calm my mind
But I’m paddling and still I fall behind
It gets better you just got to give it time
Yeah no shit what the fuck you think I’m blind?

I just look this way
I know it gets better but it don’t feel that way
Logic’s no defense trying to cope with the pain
And Reason doesn’t stand a chance to what emotions’ll say

What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s
Food for thought on the dinner table every evening
Can’t keep a hold of my brain
Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away

What the fuck’s the point of thinking? All I do is think it’s
Food for thought on the dinner table every evening
Can’t keep a hold of my brain
Flooded with thoughts while I’m floating away