I try to focus on what I hear, listen to what I see
Ive thought of this a lot, and its becoming all too clear

[chorus]
I take it, in excess, as my true feelings are suppressed
I can not find the words to say it, without hurting

Not listening to what you say, now watching the things you do
As you take a dose of grief, as you insist theres no relief
Perhaps another drink

And you take, it in excess, as your true feeling are supressed
You can not find the way to cure it, without hurting

You cure it, but it seems your problem still remains
Obsession, compulsion my friend, overdoing evertything

So focus on what you need, listen to what you hear
This is the last time I listen, its becoming all too clear
Im completely confused here

[repeat chorus]
Ive spoken all too soon