Floatin' Through Uncertainty

I don't know how to write. Don't know how to sing. I just follow

where my mind goes. But it never tells me a thing.

I'm so tired of staying home. Tired of being good. I don't know

what I'm waiting for. But I know I probably should. Too late to

tell someone. Too late to say it loud. Would they even hear me.

If I screamed into the crowd. I'm just floatin', floatin'. Going where the

cold wind blows. I'm just hopin', hopin'. Somebody out there knows.

Every day feels like the last. Falling through the cracks. I see the