My Foggy Lens

I'm not on top of anything
I'll wave at you from the bottom
Can't keep my hands on much of anything this week
Don't give yourself to me 'cause I'll drop you

Oh, nothing it seems feels pressing
I spend so much time second guessing
My foggy lens
I spiral in and out again

I'm so damn sick of sick and tired
Pacing in my kitchen
Feel so uninspired
Still I don't go anywhere
Oh, why am I so scared?

Oh, nothing it seems feels pressing
I spend so much time second guessing
My foggy lens
I spiral in and out again

Oh, once in a little while
Those clouds will lift from my eyes
I feel alive
For the first time
In a long time

I spend so much time second guessing
My foggy lens
I spiral in and out again
(In and out again)