Sometimes I think what I say isn't what I mean
But I don't know the difference
I've got such a messy head
And I'm too worried about how to clean it best
I spend hours plotting how I'll find the motivation to move
But there's always a disruption once I get my groove
I say I want my freedom but I don't know what that means
Is it really freedom if you don't even know how to be
And I act like I'm too good for anyone and that they all sicken me
But the truth to that is that without them I wouldn't want to breathe