Lyric

Something’s always out of whack, out of gear

Maybe nothing major, nothing I should fear

But once I start to worry, it hits me in the gut

Am I just too sensitive? Am I in a rut?

My stomach’s talking back, my nerves are on the edge

I’m standing on a tiny, mental hypochondriac ledge

If "mind over matter" was the only cure

We wouldn't need a doctor, that’s for sure

Better than a guess is a proper tune-up plan

Maintenance for the lady, maintenance for the man

Listen to the signals, give yourself some care

Start with the person in the mirror right there

Something’s always broken, failing, or worn

I tell myself it’s trivial, nothing to mourn

But then I see an "omen" in every little twitch

Am I overthinking? Or is it just a glitch?

Trying to find a meaning where there isn't any at all

Building up a mountain from a pebble so small

If "mind over matter" was the only cure

We wouldn't need a doctor, that’s for sure

Better than a guess is a proper tune-up plan

Maintenance for the lady, maintenance for the man

Listen to the signals, give yourself some care

Start with the person in the mirror right there

Self-repair? (Nonsense!)

Wishing it away? (Nonsense!)

You’re not a machine that fixes itself

Don't leave your health on the library shelf!

If "mind over matter" was the only cure

We wouldn't need a doctor, that’s for sure

Better than a guess is a proper tune-up plan

Maintenance for the lady, maintenance for the man

Listen to the signals, give yourself some care

Start with the person in the mirror right there

Check the engine

Check the gut

Give yourself a little love