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.