Am I stuck in the past looking forward Did I stray too far from the lane Everybody's moving, changing But here I remain I retrace the steps I haven't taken Have I lost myself along the way Everybody's thinking long-term How do I last the day Freedom is an illusion Certainty is a myth When you are the last person You would want to be with Somewhere on the outside looking inward Hiding everything behind my hair Where do I fit in I'm out of place everywhere Wondering why the years feel shorter Why I spend more time inside my head Everybody's up and about I'm stuck in my bed Freedom is an illusion Certainty is a myth When you are the last person You would want to You would want to You would want to To be To be with