Metronome Heart

When I'm nervous I talk like the SATs
Trying to ameliorate the obfuscation of something, or something
Motormouth, slow down, they say
I've heard it all before
Do you really think that I want to be this way?

I can't connect, I'm at a different pace
I never win, I'm in a different race
I'm terrified, they see it on my face

When I'm nervous I run like I'm fleeing bees
Trying to avoid all the things I’d have to feel just by standing in one place
Forrest Gump, slow down, they say
I've heard it all before
Do you really think that I choose to be this way?

I can't connect, I'm at a different pace
I never win, I'm in a different race
I'm terrified, they see it on my face

Every traffic light and stop sign in the world put together wouldn’t be enough
Thank god for drums ‘cause the metronome of my racing heart keeps speeding up