You make it such concern, about whom you’re turning to
It doesn’t raise the bar, it’s just the way you are
Play that same ol song, a daily sonic therapy
Spend hours on the phone, as if you’re miles from home

Onward, all things considering
Wishful of guided views

Each day’s a prelude, a million times through
It’s driving me insane
Can never look back, hate being on the run
A need to leap in, I’m lit up, debating on and on
It all depends, how it’s played out
But somehow we touch the ground again

You are the keeper of this self-inflicted doom
You’ll simply fall apart, it’s just the way you are
Cradling what’s within may forge few hints of clout
It’s up to you to turn the page