They tell me it’s just a phase Anxieties I possess Can you tell me what type of phase Makes your life a living mess? Oh, I try to hold them captive But they tunnel to be free It’s just another great escape As they take control of me And mom tells me, Pop another one of these And they will all drift away Like a fog in the breeze So, raise the white flag To the battles of my mind Surrender up my thoughts To a different place, different time Camouflage myself I’m no longer who I am Holed up in my bunker Till silent battles, begin again They tell me to stop listening To the voices in my head But still whisper to me As I lie awake in bed Pretending not to hear them Hope they go away But now they’re making up my mind Dead set they’re going to stay Doctor tells me, Take another one of these And they will all drift away Like a fog in the breeze