Flux, plus constant grey
plus you don’t know what to say
plus you cannot make the unease go away
plus all you wanna do every single day is disobey
plus that incessant feeling you are somehow someone’s prey.

You’re grabbing at strings
loose, tied to nothing
just desperately hoping
for something to hold on to.

You are grabbing at things
but you don’t know what
and you don’t know where
and you barely care
you just need something
to hold your weight
for just a moment.

If you get the chance to breathe
you can feel the dis-ease
and you can let it flow free.
It can find an escape valve through you.

Then you’ll maybe get to move
get into Ciccone’s groove
and find the life you can improve.
That’s the best you can do. It’s true.

You’re still grabbing at strings
just tied to nothing
simply constantly praying
there’s someone to hold on to.