Chemical Feelings

Too many rounds in the chamber when I'm playing Roulette

When the reason that you play is to try and forget

The things we forgot to do last year



I got a plan, but the plan paid the rent

With the money that I made and the time that I spent

So tell me where to go from here



And if I live through it

I'll take you with me when the course is set

The destination it eludes us all

While we wait for a cab that can't be called



Why do we run, run, run into it

These chemical feelings we can't predict

Take control, take control

All of the fine lines won't fade away

They leave us, there must be a better way to go