Why must it always be stop and go? 
Where in this life can I find constant flow? 
Inconsistency on a larger scale 
Impersistence forcing me to bail out 
Look left look right look left again before you take a giant step 
All this side to side takes me out of my groove makes me feel inept 
I toe the straight line for one short time 
Forget about regrets and doubts that 
Make me stop on a dime 

I'm a fool for distraction 
Can't keep cool throughout my action 
Once in a while I find satisfaction 
I have too much care beyond my reach 
And too much love that I can't preach 
What I really need is consistency 

Everywhere that I go I don't want to be 
Cause I keep telling me "You're missing out, gotta move, gotta break on free" 
modern-day busybacksoon 

Kind of figures cause I was born in June 
The month of moody, happy feet 
The people that no one would like to meet 
Of wandering no-clues, but why should I have to choose? 

 [bad word]  

What if what I need is just to believe 
Day in day out I find I'm searching for the key 
My head and heart are too stubborn to agree 
Where it begins must lie within me 

I've been so busy finding my way 
I'm not content with the roles I've been playing 
But something occurred to me just the other day 
I am who I [bad word] what may