No one ever told me what to think when I'm alone.
No one ever told me how to feel when emotion is cold.

Can she save me from my disease? A token sunrise sickens the incomplete.

It's an off day when I'm in control.
It's awfully hard to run away when my foot's stuck in a hole.

I thought it was remission and it felt so glorious,
but it was adequate compared to what I am.
Compared to who I'm trying to be, yeah.
And I don't even know who I think I'm trying to be.