motionless
Honestly I don't know what's going on
Sometimes I think I do, but most times I'm wrong
I don't know what I need and I don't know what I want
I'm here doing my thing, but what the fuck is going on?
Every day's the same, I have an alibi
I'm craving change so much I might get moldavite
I know I have it easy but I'm still drowning in pain
And 5ft under water versus 50 hurts the same
I'm looking around for a sign of where to go
At this point I don't care, just wanna get on the road
I'm tired of playing a part in someone else's show
I'm going somewhere but where to I just don't know
Honestly I don't know what's going on
Sometimes I think I do, but most times I'm wrong
I don't know what I need and I don't know what I want
I'm here doing my thing, but what the fuck is going on?
Every day I wake up and I do the same routine
I make myself some coffee and then I forget to eat
I'm going through the motions but I feel so motionless
I wake up every morning feeling like I don't exist
Searching for a path, whichever one is mine
But it's hard to find your way when you don't have any time
The direction I've been pushed in is causing me some doubt
Living for people who don't like what I'm about
Honestly I don't know what's going on
Sometimes I think I do, but most times I'm wrong
I don't know what I need and I don't know what I want
I'm here doing my thing, but what the fuck is going on?
Sometimes I think I do, but most times I'm wrong
I don't know what I need and I don't know what I want
I'm here doing my thing, but what the fuck is going on?
Every day's the same, I have an alibi
I'm craving change so much I might get moldavite
I know I have it easy but I'm still drowning in pain
And 5ft under water versus 50 hurts the same
I'm looking around for a sign of where to go
At this point I don't care, just wanna get on the road
I'm tired of playing a part in someone else's show
I'm going somewhere but where to I just don't know
Honestly I don't know what's going on
Sometimes I think I do, but most times I'm wrong
I don't know what I need and I don't know what I want
I'm here doing my thing, but what the fuck is going on?
Every day I wake up and I do the same routine
I make myself some coffee and then I forget to eat
I'm going through the motions but I feel so motionless
I wake up every morning feeling like I don't exist
Searching for a path, whichever one is mine
But it's hard to find your way when you don't have any time
The direction I've been pushed in is causing me some doubt
Living for people who don't like what I'm about
Honestly I don't know what's going on
Sometimes I think I do, but most times I'm wrong
I don't know what I need and I don't know what I want
I'm here doing my thing, but what the fuck is going on?
Credits
Writer(s): Fiona Anderson
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