Shouldn't I do something about
The road I'm on
Try to turn around
I don't know that I want to
But maybe I ought to
Shouldn't I be scared by how
Fear only makes itself
Known to me
At certain moments of clarity
That stop me feeling detached - where I'm almost carefree
Stop the noise in my head
Shock the numbness out of me - out of me
I'm half in love with leaving
With stealing away
I think about it every day
