You Deny What You Did

pedal to the metal and I lost control a long time ago, thoughts keep on racing oh I wish they'd go a little bit slow continuously encircling me like satellites are the troubles I see the troubles I hear are the same that I fear rainy days don't seem to get clear are your swimming or drowning hard to keep afloat in this sinking ship, because I've been waiting almost all my life and I'm getting sick every time you break from its grip it's a downhill sprint so you better not slip it'll pick you back up just to keep you locked down so when you want to speak you cannot make a sound