text: I think I’m sad
  Wait I’m doing fine
  I think I’m broken
  Next thing I feel alright
  Maybe I’m bad
  Just bad at what I do
  In the morning I’ll wake up
  I’m the best I ever knew
  It’s exhausting being me
  All these roots without a tree
  I’m a sinner
  I’m a sermon
  I’m a steady-handed surgeon
  I don’t understand, why
  Every time I find myself
  I find myself wanting something else
  And I wander off to something new
  But how come every time I turn around
  I’m never turned around on
  You
  I can’t hold a grudge
  For more than a day or two
  But that time my roommate kicked me out
  I still can’t talk it through
  How do you do it?
  Love me when it hurts
  And every time I fly away
  You pull me back to earth
  I bet it’s exhausting holding me
  All these roots without a tree
  I’m a phony
  I’m a fighter
  I’m a figure skating idol
  And I don’t understand, why
  Every time I find myself
  I find myself wanting something else
  And I wander off to something new
  But how come every time I turn around
  I hear the same familiar sound
  How come every time I turn around
  I’m never turned around on
  You