It’s in the not knowing
If I’m coming or going
And if only I knew
I’d know what to do
It’s in the not sleeping
My mind repeating
Everything that I’ve done
I used to be fun
Now I,
Talk too much,
Think too much,
Miss my friends,
Stay out of touch
Tell myself,
Things I’ve felt
Well, they never meant much
I spend all night,
Losing my own fight,
I swear I try I do,
I do, I do, I do
It’s in the not moving,
The constant need to be improving,
Everything that I am,
As if I still have a plan
It’s in the still-sitting,
And all the people I’m missing,
Tell me I’ll be alright,
Just need eight hours a night
Cos I,
Talk too much,
Think too much,
Miss my friends,
Stay out of touch
Tell myself,
Things I’ve felt
Well, they never meant much
I spend all night,
Losing my own fight,
I swear I try I do,
I do, I do
I spend all night,
Losing my own fight,
I swear I try I do,
I do, I do, I do
