Noise Machines

Is anything out of place?
Is anything wrong?
Why do I have a feeling that this was a close call?
My days are in order
Keeping track of time
I’m losing myself in checkout lines
I’ve been getting light sleep, cold feet
So far away from the morning
I need to tune out the sound of me
Growing dependent on noise machines
Repeat conversation
'Til it fades away
Tangled in opinions
And I can’t think straight
Turned 'round on my directions
I’m always undecided
A quiet apprehension
That I never invited
I’ve been getting light sleep, cold feet
So far away from the morning
I need to tune out the sound of me
Growing dependent on noise machines
I’ve sunken in for far too long
I’ve let this noise drown out the song
I’ll quantify the time that’s passed
Lace up my shoes, run twice as fast
Happiness comes from within the mind
It needs constant care, it takes some time
It’s possible, but you need to try