Texty: Scott Matthews. Wasp In A Jar.

What makes me think
That every day I need a drink
Another drop goes down
I get that feeling i'm gonna drown

Taking off like a plane
Heading down the runway
Send shivers down my spine
Always feels the same way
Got a head like an atomic bomb
Just waiting for the explosion

I feel like a wasp in a jar
Buzzing around not getting very far
Staring in to oblivion
A bottle in my grasp
Never in a hurry
Sinking Fast

Taking off like a plane
Heading down the runway
Shivers down my spine
Always feels the same way
Got a head like an atomic bomb
Just waiting for the explosion


What is it that ticks my brain
That pulls on the reigns
What is it that ticks my brain
Pulls on the reigns

This merry-go-round won't stop
No one can help me get off
I'm slipping away feeling sly
I've no good in my life

Taking off like a plane
Heading down the runway
Send shivers down my spine
Always feels the same way
Got a head like an atomic bomb
Just waiting for the explosion

What is it that ticks my brain
Pulls on the reign
What is it that ticks my brain
Pulls on the reigns