In those rare, spare moments I’ve had between work and school these last few months, I found it in my to finish another song.
During a period of overwhelming anxiety, an image occurred to me; one of swimming inside my own head as it filled and swirled with my thoughts. One of a struggle for air and limited time. So, I wrote on that scene.
In Over My Head up to my eyeballs in worry a flood that doesn’t seem to ebb gasping for air in the gap between my mind and top of my skull nearly, brimming, screaming, singing anything to drain me out poking holes and thrashing round but I cannot find the way out I’m always in over my head inside my head water is rising, running out of time muscles weighty and dull with pain unresolved, I’m too deeply involved and my thoughts never lull creeping, inching, end beginning drowning inside of myself pocket thinning, breathing quickens I still cannot find the way out I’m always in over my head inside my head I’ll take a breath and hold it as long as I can