I spend a lot of time wondering
Wondering what went wrong
I spend a lot of time wondering
What goes on, what goes on, what goes on
I spend a lot of time blundering
Stumbling behind
It's always lightning and thundering
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
Is there a chance I can be cured?
And that I day could be a thing
To be enjoyed and not endured?
Will I ever find some peace
Before I find death's sweet release?
I spend a lot of time wondering
Wondering what to do
I spend a lot of time underthinking
And overthinking it too
Always racking my f*cking brain
For the missing clue
Going over it all again
Like you do, like you do, like you do
But it never becomes clear
I never figure out whose bright idea
It was to leave me here
Out of sorts and ill prepared
Bitter, sad, and scared
It isn't very fun living inside my head
On a precipice and hanging by a thread
Drowning in the swamp
And wishing I was dead
It isn't very fun living inside my head
On a precipice and hanging by a thread
Drowning in the swamp
And wishing I was dead
How are things with you?
