[Verse 1] This s**s I s** At unpredictable emotions These are the sad ba*tard conditions And certainly not what I would seem To a**ume to see me say Am I okay? [Verse 2] Drawing on the floor Drawing in circles around the spots where you were My memory is selective I can't say I'm ever sure I can't say my intentions are ever too pure Tracking your steps like a detective [Verse 3] I guess you could call it a problem What goes on inside my head A ring of constant questions Subtle hints at indiscretion Keeping quiet but losing my voice instead [Spoken: Evan Weiss] How much that he had said today was understood? How much would be of any value? He recalled the words he had used, and they seemed to fade and lose their strength The words left unsaid were heavier on his heart They rolled up to his lips and fretted them The faces of his suffering people moved in a swelling ma** before his eyes And as he steered the automobile slowly down the street his heart turned with this angry, restless love [Verse 4] This s**s I s** At documented emotions And self-diagnosed conditions Am I okay? [Verse 5] Drawing on the floor Drawing in circles around the spots where you were (Am I okay?) My memory is selective (Am I okay?) I can't say I'm ever sure I can't say my intentions are ever too pure (Am I okay?) Tracking your steps like a detective