I read that 90% of the thoughts that we think
Are recycled from the day before
Well I guess that makes sense
'Cause for 29 years, I've been thinking I need something more
'Cause I got everything I ever wanted
But everything I've got just leaves me wanting
Oh, it finally hit me
I've been keeping busy
Just to keep my fears away
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I don't like what I'm chasing anymore
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
All of the things that made sense don't anymore
Someone must know what I need
I know something's wrong with me
But I can't go much further
Without being certain
Of the question that we're all here for
Is there a cure?
When I was younger I thought
It must make sense when you're old
But now I'm thinking I was closer then
I used to care less about
The things that bother me now
Now I spin these thoughts for days on end
Cause even then I had so many questions
But then again I wasn't near this desperate
I thought I could fake it
But I can barely take it
I'm so certainly unsure
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I don't like what I'm chasing anymore
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
All of the things that made sense don't anymore
Someone must know what I need
I know something's wrong with me
But I can't go much further
Without being certain
Of the question that we're all here for
Is there a cure?
I heard an ambulance pass
Same second you made me laugh
And it made me realize life is strange
Some memories you wanna freeze
Some bring you to your knees
Guess I'm craving something permanent
Am I missing something I can't see?
Is someone looking out for me?
I can't go much further
Without being certain
Of the question that I'm dying for
Oh, is there a cure?
I know there's a cure
