The Paranoid

As you sink
As you slide
You slip your grip
Back inside
Yourself

Forget the words
That you just said
Ten different things
Going around, around
Your head

Try to swallow, try to breathe
Seems so loud
Wide eyes dark, tongue is dry
Breathing hard
I am alive

Tensions rise
In this place
Awkward limbs
Tighter
Much tighter
Space

Too many eyes in this room
Too many eyes in this room

Too many eyes
Too many eyes