Paralysis by Analysis

I’ve got my feet on the ground
Head in the clouds
I’ve got a grip on these strings
So tight they buckle and swell
I’ll dig my own grave
Trust me it’s better that way
I know the work it’ll take
To carve the hole where I’ll lay
This is the noise that I make
To get me out of this place
My blood is pumping double-time
My heart can barely keep shape
It’s more than I can take
More than I like to let on
The demons and thoughts in my brain
The battle and what will remain
Nothing I can’t change
It’s all in my brain
Nothing I can’t change
I’ve got my feet on the ground
Head in the clouds
I’ve got a grip on these strings
So tight they buckle and swell
I’ll dig my own grave
Trust me it’s better that way
I know the work it’ll take
To carve the hole where I’ll lay
This is the noise that I make
To get me out of this place
My blood is pumping double-time
My heart can barely keep shape
Is this what I want?
Is this what I need?
To get me through
She says «Darling, please, just flip a coin.»