Now It’s Overhead – Type A Lyrics

I am type a
Meyer friedman
On time
Short fuse
Spread thin
I am going through with it
Are you coming too? My right brain weakens
I waste it
I make a tight fist
I’m in a long race
No sign
Of no change
No chance no way
What’s it coming to? Your guess
You tell me you believe
My days are numbered
Lower by the minute
Blood pressure rising
Higher than it can get
And that’s it

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