Well, the future's got me worried,
such awful thoughts.
My head's a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front
and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
I started carrying her books and doing lots of d**.
I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.
Now I try to be a**ertive.
I'm making plans.
I want to rise to the occasion,
yeah, meet all their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave,
but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
It's hard to focus though all this doubt.
I keep making these 'To Do:' lists
but nothing gets crossed out.
Even working on the record seems pointless now.
When the world ends, who's gonna hear it?
But I try and take some comfort in written words,
yeah, Tim I heard your album and
it's better than good.
When you get off tour I think we should
hang and black out together.
Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by
all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting our time.
Remember all those songs and the way we smiled
in those basements made of music.
But now I've got to crawl
to get anywhere at all.
I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd,
I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The gra** grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me
up, help me stand. I've been
laying so low,
don't wanna
lay here no more
don't wanna
lay here no more
don't wanna
lay here no more
don't wanna
lay here no more
But everything that happens is supposed to be
and its all predetermined; can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving and someday maybe
I'll get to where I'm going.