I got no idea what I'm doing
I got no idea who I am
And the therapy is helping
But I still feel mostly sad
So I run and I hide
If I stop, then I cry
So hard, in fact I weep
Like a child from the deep
I'm a house with no foundation
I'm a field that's turned to dust
I'm a metaphor that's reaching
But can't extend to this loss
So I run and I hide
And I don't really try
So hard, to be here
With the pain and the fear
And the comfort you find
Doesn't last through the night
Doesn't hold for a week
Doesn't give what you need
There's a secret you learn
As the documents burn
And the smoke takes your proof
And you cling to your youth
We are truly alone
No one cares
No one phones
As the light's going out
And you're down for the count
So I run
And I hide
So I run
And I hide
I got no idea
I got no idea
I got no idea