No one ever told me what to think when I'm alone. No one ever
told me how to feel when emotion is cold. Can she save me from
my disease? A token sunrise sickens the incomplete. It's an off
day when I'm in control. It's awfully hard to run away when my
foot's stuck in a hole. I thought it was remission and it felt
so glorious, but it was adequate compared to what I am. Compared
to who I'm trying to be, yeah. And I don't even know who I think
I'm trying to be.