Now It's Overhead - Type A lyrics

I am type a Meyer friedman On time Deadline Short fuse Spread thin I am going through with it Are you coming too? My right brain weakens Disconnected 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