I am going to the doctor.nI am going through my mind.nI am airing every thought out in the sun to shed some light.nJust passed the children's toys and office noise.nA nursery leaves my way.nAnd from that microphone and speaker come,nnow I hear them call my name.nnAnd that's when I talk until I'm blue.nSweat my thoughts onto a couch.nBecome the notes that scribble down,npage by page until I'm filed away.nnI went to the doctor and I soon lost track of timenI know those ears are hard to come by,nI fed that meter one more time.nThere are more minds to read,nAnd mouths that need a pill and a paper cup.nAnd every bill I ripped in piles and never cleaned,njust covered up.nnAnd now it mostly comes in waves,nBut it's not real it's just my brain.nI know imbalance is to blame.nBut either way, I'll have to keep it at bay.nnIt's true that you'll have to find yourself,nSo dig up unstable grounds until you're floating.nnIt mostly comes in waves,nBut it's not real it's just my brain.nI know imbalance is to blame.nBut either way...nnI am going to the doctornI am going through my mind.