What the hell am I doin’ here?
I don’t belong here.
Well, until then, everything I know is what I need to know
And everything I do’s been done before
Every sentence in my head
Someone else has said
At each end of my life is an open door.
Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin’ down the mountain
Just a bit of existential angst, what’s on your mind?