Playing Chicken With Waves

My brain has a pair of hands that work much better than mine
They script me stories and draw my sight, they fight for glory and work at night
But they can't feel the air, they can't feel it surrounding us
And they work for me quiet inside, just to control what's mine,
they make the choices and I follow through, with two hands in mind they control what I do

I would be stronger, I should belong to her, if they worked as hard as they could
I could be smarter, please don't make me stop her, she needs fixing up too

Buy some time, here's when they won't help you out,
It's not about impact, but about the way down
But those hands won't be there as you hit the ground

My brain has a pair of hands that work much better than mine
They write songs more beautiful, and their tips are more useful
But they can't leave their mark, they don't leave evidence behind
So they do what they want from inside, just to sabotage what's mine,
they make the choices and I follow through, with two hands in mind they control what i do

I would be stronger, I don't belong here, if they worked as hard as they could
I could be smarter, please take my offer, I need to be fixed as much as you do

Buy some time, here's when they won't help you out,
It's not about impact, but about the way down
But those hands won't be there as you hit the ground

"What is it that makes you tick?"
It's the rush that I get when about to get swept
by the wave that is born that I purposely miss
It's my attempt to mark the world with my prints

"What is it that makes you tick?"
It's the rush to the heart right after you slip,
and the fall that you need just to feel it,
It's my attempt to stop the air to my head
and to redirect flow straight back to my chest