No one ever told me what to think when I'm alone
No one ever told me how to feel when emotion is cold
Can she save me from my disease?
A token sunrise sickens the incomplete
It's an off day when I'm in control
It's awfully hard to run away when my foot's stuck in a hole
I thought it was remission and it felt so glorious,
but it was adequate compared to what I am
Compared to who I'm trying to be, yeah.
And I don't even know who I think I'm trying to be.