Chemicals make their way From my chest to my head I don't just feel good I feel the best And now my sarcasm is getting thick I think I'm wearing thin Just like the only patience I have left I know that I'm a mess That's why I'm crawling in my skin It might be a bit too much But I could use the rest ♪ Metaphysical All that matters is under my head (It's metaphysical) I don't just feel good I feel depressed And now my sarcasm is getting thick I think I'm wearing thin Just like the only patience I have left I know that I'm a mess That's why I'm crawling Crawling in my skin Might be a bit too much But I could use the rest ♪ Use the rest ♪ Use the rest Use the rest But I could use the rest ♪ If I find that I have half a cup full Only means that I have half a cup to spill If I could make death stand still I'd put it off 'til I get my fill