I can't help this pacing
So hard to be somewhere
I'm getting so tired of lying still
Complain about changes
But its all just loose talk
Without bringing action out of will
The world outside is broken
So what does that make me?
You wanna be outspoken
But you can't keep your room clean
Instead of sitting 'round smoking
I might finally do something
But first, gotta get back on my feet
It's right back to waiting
Just staring at the door
It's better than lying to myself
No I don't need saving
But I sure could use some help
To get the hell out of my sheets
The world outside is broken
So what does that make me?
You wanna be outspoken
But you can't keep your room clean
Instead of sitting 'round smoking
I might finally do something
But first, gotta get back on my feet
I can't help what they say
But it don't mean its all wrong
I'm not alone feeling this way