I guess I’ll pack up my shit and go
I guess I don’t have much to say I don’t know
I don’t know

Am I terrified of the truth that’s in front of me?
Am I petrified like a stone inside?
Am I a stone inside?

Who knows if I’ll ever see the day?
Who knows if I’ll ever see the day?
I’m okay if I never see the day
Or am I telling myself that everyday, everyday?

If I’m terrified I’ll spend my days alone
If I’m petrified I’ll sink like a stone
If I’m ossified will I crumble to the bone?

Who knows if I’ll ever see the day?
Who knows if I’ll ever see the day?
I’m okay if I never see the day
Or am I telling myself that everyday, everyday?