tomorrow i’ll be found
underneath a landslide of all my fears and doubts
dig myself a hole makin’ friends with the moles
makin’ mountains out of hills
and all the things that give me thrills are gone and going
i’m left behind with my crutches and my boundaries

it’s always the next step that’s the worst step
‘cause i’m afraid to lose my footing
and some days when i’m awake
i’m a little more than apprehensive
sitting on the fence of taking leaps or going back to sleep