I'm worried that you've changed
I'm worried I've stayed the same
I'm worried that you're gone
And that I've stayed too long
But it's not the semantics that bother me
It's just that I'm avoiding
The rock but it keeps on hitting me
So I keep on pushing
These orders elude
Me but I've got several clues
On this musty slope
There's no good reason to hope
But it's not half bad because I'm only
Insincere for sincere reasons
Pink blossoms are rapidly growing
But only out of my lesions
I've been shackled here for years
With only one thing near
And I'm worried that it's gone
Where is my rock