Burnt Pixels - Tropes Lyrics

I wake up gasping for air sometimes
Terrified of the images flashed before my eyes
How can such conflict arise
From two opposing sides of a single mind?

I try to achieve weight of voice
But am ultimately defeated
I recognise the resistance I face
As a symptom of the illness I'm treating

You said I'm too much in my head
That I live too much in my own head
The professor in his den
Scatter-brained, diffident and dithering

I feel so ordinary
With such a narrow, narrow scope
Oh well, in the meantime
I'll embrace this hope, this phrase, this trope