It’s hard taking the steps that I feel need to be walked
Cause each step just leads me back to these isolated thoughts
With each isolated thought comes these nonsensical words
These nonsensical words just keep saying “I’m lost” but in a different way

And cause of that I feel like a bad writer
Cause it’s easy to just talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk
And I haven’t found a way to talk and have people stop and listen
Or maybe I haven’t been in a position to find my crowd
But it’s difficult when the ringing rings so loud

It’s hard loving what I have
Cause it’s not like I’ve had anything...