okay let's get to the point
my brains become a highway for every even and odd point
from the meaning of life to my favorite cheese
it's a tornado of mozzarella and thoughts I can't hope to silence, without a psychology degree

It's weird when all thought cylinders fire up in the dead of night no matter how hard you try you can't find peace without knocking out your own lights

Why can't my neurons shut up so I can fall asleep
My brain is moving faster than doogie howser with his degree, Help me please!