i’ve got no where to go
(i’m floating inside my skin)
i’ve got nothing to say
(don’t quite know where i’ve been)
my brain works kinda slow
(my thoughts are blunted pins)
sometimes i get afraid sometimes
i get afraid sometimes
i scare myself

i go where the wind blows
(an empty plastic bag)
following the moony sway
(a crumpled dirty rag)
feeling like a moony shadow
(it’s late i’m drunk again)
sometimes i get afraid sometimes
i get afraid sometimes
i scare myself

sometimes i’m a window
(you can see right through me)
floating in between the gray
(maybe not much to see)
there’s one thing that i know
(not that i want to be)
sometimes i get afraid sometimes
i get afraid sometimes
i scare myself
when i’m not quite there
sometimes i get afraid sometimes
i get afraid sometimes
i scare myself
feeling more like air

do do do do do
do do do do do
do do do do

oooooh