Sit down with emotion Take the time to feel it Like a cloud cross the mind Never holding onto Let it all just billow by
I spun around till I fell down I'm not looking for a pick up I spun around till I fell down I'm not looking for a pick up Mess up, mess up, mess up, mess up (Mess up, mess up, mess up, mess up)
I want to love myself, out in the field I'm kissed by the sun, away from everyone I want to catch my breath I've been throwing it out all in bouts Speaking of empty things just to fill the air To not hear my ears ring
I want to find myself, down the road I go for a walk Say hi to passers by, they wave back at me I feel like somebody I want to make a nest, I've been on the road without house
On my phone too much, to try and feel in touch With those I don't see enough
And that I'll be happy when This happens or that becomes Or it is finished and I am done Oh, what an idea And that I'll be happy when This happens or that becomes Or it is finished and I am done
I spun around till I fell down Blood upon my knees, as I kneel now I spun around till I fell down Blood upon my knees, as I kneel now