I'm not on top of anything
I'll wave at you from the bottom
Can't keep my hands on much of anything this week
Don't give yourself to me cause I'll drop you
Oh, nothing it seems feels pressing
I spend so much time second guessing
My foggy lens
I spiral in and out again
I'm so damn sick of sick and tired
Pacing in my kitchen
Feel so uninspired
Still I don't go anywhere
Why am I so scared?
And nothing it seems feels pressing
I spend so much time second guessing
My foggy lens
I spiral in and out again
Once in a little while
The cloud will lift from my eyes -
I feel alive
For the first time
In a long time
My foggy lens
I spiral in and out again
