What am I supposed to do with this time?
It tears so many holes, I stay aloat, but I'm
Feel out of control, so petrified
I'm petrified
Hmmm
What am I supposed to do to get by?
Did I lose everything I need to survive?
'Cause it's four A. M. And the sweat sets in
Did you get my message, Did it send?
Or did you just get on with your life?
Ohhh
I'm taking time to think it out
Don't think it's fair for us to
Turn around and say goodbye
I have this feeling when I
Finally find the words to say
But I can't tell you if you turn around [bad word] away [bad word] away
What am I supposed to do with these clothes?
It's my twisted way of keeping you close
I'm a nervous wreck, I'm a broken man
Did you get my message? Did it send?
Or do you get along on your own?