Rows of houses, 
Sound asleep. 
Only street lights 
Notice me. 
I am desperate, 
If nothing else, 
In a holding pattern 
To find myself. 
I talk in circles, 
I talk in circles, 
I watch for signals,
For a clue. 
How to feel different. 
How to feel new. 
Like science fiction 
Bending [bad word]  
No one can unring this bell, 
Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. 
God knows, I am dissonance 
Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. 
I’ll go anywhere you want, 
Anywhere you want, 
Anywhere you want me. 
I know the further I go, 
The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. 
And somehow I’ve fallen in love
With this middle ground at the cost of my soul. 
Yet I know, if I stepped aside, 
Released the controls, you would open my eyes. 
That somehow, all of this mess 
Is just an attempt to know the worth of my life…
…made of precious metals, 
Precious metals,
Precious metals inside. 
I’ll go anywhere you want me.