Wound Up In My Feelings Lyrics

I started off the day strategising I'm not gonna lie, I've been fantasising

About the many ways I could turn to violence My body's shaking, it got feelings stuck inside

I can't allow it to get violent I'll catch a body and turn it silent

I'll do anything to protect the peace inside it

So any bigotries can stay missing me I'm being honest, please don't stand in the

Way of my path That's the logic, so smarten up

Before I risk it all or become a martyr Couldn't care less about being missable

When you was always dismissible That's the truth of the young boy, Owethu

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Wound up in my feelings

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Wound up in my feelings

This the spaghettification of my emotions The strands feel intimate when you unfamiliar

With the temperament of a golden kid I'm a testament of all the things I've lived

Pain and hardship should be my new names I would change the whole world if I could

In my time I know that the only person I could ever save in time is myself

So before I die I'll give you one last lie I'm fine, don't come looking for me after my time

In your life just enjoy the gift God allowed me to provide

A soul that can give you that shine You've been deprived of for a while

But it's just a matter of time Before your soul burns bright

Like a phoenix inside it will shine but

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Wound up in my feelings

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Wound up in my feelings

I'm scared, the truth hurts to admit I'm scared to admit because I think they'll

Admit me For trying to commit, see I'm a little crazy

So I'll let it breathe easy And put it in a way that will take time

Indeed, I hope one day you'll cross the sea And truly see that for me to breathe

I need the only thing that fuels my hopes and dreams

In this crazy life

Oh, this crazy life

I'm getting sleepy, the Henny getting to me

The note is wrinkling, I'm drowning in my pain

I gotta take the pills before I sleep prematurely

I gotta clean up before they get to me

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Wound up in my feelings

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Sometimes I get

Wound up in my feelings

You're at your wits end, what are you going to do?

Commit suicide?

Supposing you put that off for a little while, wait and see what happens

You can't control your feelings because there is no controller

You are your thoughts and your feelings

And they're running along, running along, running along

Just sit and watch them

Here they go, you're still breathing, aren't you?

Still growing your hair?

Still seeing and hearing?

Are you doing that?

I mean, is breathing something that you do?

And seeing that you cannot control your mind

You realise there is no controller

What you took to be the thinker of thoughts is just one of the thoughts

What you took to be the feeler of the feelings

Which was that chronic muscular strain

Is just one of the feelings

What you took to be the experiencer of experience

Is just part of the experience

So there isn't any thinker of thoughts, feeler of feelings

We get into that bind because we have a grammatical rule

That verbs have to have subjects

And the funny thing about that is that

Verbs are processes and subjects are nouns

Which are supposed to be things

How does a noun start a verb

How does a thing put a process into action

Obviously it can't

But we always insist that

That there is this subject

Called the knower

And without a knower there can't be knowing

Well that's just a grammatical rule

It isn't a rule of nature

In nature there's just knowing

Like you're feeling it

And I have to say you are feeling it

As if you were somehow different from the feeling

When I say I am feeling

What I mean is there is feeling here

When I say you are feeling

I mean there is feeling there

I have to say even there is feeling

What a cumbersome language we have

Chinese is easier

You don't have to put all that in

You can say things twice as fast in Chinese

As you can in any other language

Well anyway

When

You come to see

That you can do nothing

That the play of thought

Of feeling etc just goes on by itself

As a happening

Then you are in a state

Which we will call meditation

And slowly

Without being pushed

Your thoughts

Will come to silence

That is to say

All the verbal symbolic chatter

Going on in the skull

Don't try and get rid of it

Because that will again

Produce the illusion that there is a controller

Just

It goes on, it goes on, it goes on

And finally it gets tired of itself

And bored and stops

And so then there is a silence