I wanted to believe
At least that what I said
It’s easier to talk than it is to do
Feeling all torn up
Stretched between what I want and what I’ve done
Not knowing just what I’ve got to do
Feeling all shook down
Instead I stand stock still
Instead of doing it I do nothing at all
Sometimes it makes me sick
Sometimes I feel the shit that I’ve I become
But you know I’m not
You know it’s just torpor that I think I’ve fallen on
Feeling out of touch
So unsure of where I am
Where I’ve been, exactly where I’m going to
Feeling all shook down…