There are some days Where I hope my walls fall in on me And other days I'm left begging for clarity We're so exposed Skin to air -- body to cold I walk home Just a shadow of my lifeless bones I'm part-time-job-part-time-dizzy I make up stories of my ancestry I fear the strings all snapping In my mind, time keeps dragging Some days, I feel fine No energy left in me to fight Some days, I feel alright Like I'm with it Day-in, day-out I'm on top of it I'm up, I'm down And I'm losing it I fear the strings are all snapping in my mind Time keeps dragging on