| All I want is tiny answers
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| Just 1 or 2 or 3
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| Really, for my mind at ease
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| All I want is just some answers
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| It’s great to be alive
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| But knowing why would sure be nice
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| Knowing why would be so nice
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| I wake up every day and feel anxiety
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| I do to better doubt and think of things that I can be
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| The skin I’m livin' in does not feel like my own
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| I hope your buddy rocks me, but I hope they leave me alone
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| They can’t hate what they don’t know
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| When I try to make decisions
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| They always turn out wrong
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| The consequences seem so wrong, I miss the way it used to be
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| Nothing else seems good to me ‘til it’s just a memory
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| ‘Til it’s just a memory, ‘til it’s just a memory
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| I feel the taste reside upon my lips
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| I feel we’re roughly sailing on a different ship
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| The path I walk, it’s easy to prevail
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| But if I change a thing, I’d feel this happy still, be this happy still
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| I wake up every day and feel anxiety
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| I do to better doubt and think of things that I can be
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| The skin I’m livin' in does not feel like my own
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| I hope your buddy rocks me, but I hope they leave me alone
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| But I hope they leave me alone, I hope they leave me alone
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| I hope they leave me alone, I hope they leave me alone |