Here's the thing, I can't do anything right Try as I absolutely, totally might The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash And I'm not your protagonist I'm not even my own I don't know anything I don't even know what I don't know And if you look outside you'll see Disintegrating trees The artificial way the sunlight bounces Off the waxy leaves My heart catches on every thorn You're already halfway out the door And I've never looked so old And I have never been so cold And it is 85 degrees I don't know what I need