Post-Op

You feel the pressure Coming down on me You talk it out But it ain't funny Two bank accounts But there's no money You're not around So one and one make three Asthmatic Feel it when the pressure drops Don't panic Soon we gonna be on top Bad habit Wonder when we gonna stop Get surgery Just to be Post-Op You're not invited to the party that surrounds you You just keep quiet but the conversation sounds cool Don't wanna leave so you're always on your way out Talk in the air not in your lungs You try to step out Can't catch a break so in the night you have a breakdown Locked in the bathroom like an addict on the way down Post-modernistic I am gifted but can't tell you Through the high static and the manic of the people I am neurotic, I can't stop it Am I see through You feel the pressure (Sleeping in the dark) You talk it out (Think about it real time now dog) Two bank accounts (Shutting it down) You're not around (Sleeping on my own now) Asthmatic (Take a deep breath) Don't panic (Everything will be alright) Bad habit (Sleeping in the dark) Get Surgery (Think about it real time now)