Why can't I describe
It's so hard to hide
I'm not even on my own side
Times like this

When I'm flying high
I try I try
To live for now
And I do somehow
But I can't predict
The sharp edge that pops me
And when it comes
I lose it

Never knowing
I keep going
Slowly sliding
falling flat
I thought I knew where I was at
I don't think this is home

The whimsical melodies
Keep me afloat
I'm such a queen now
And I don't even know how

Where you can't find a root
There's a fascinating hope
That you'll never die
And never need to cry
But I can't predict
The knife that cuts me
And when it comes
I need a tourniquet

Never Knowing
I keep going
Slowly sliding
Falling flat
I thought I knew where I was at
I know this isn't home