It feels like wanting to lay in bed for days But being too anxious because there is so much to do It feels like wanting to cry all day But at night the tears just can’t breakthrough It feels like a messy house with time to clean But constantly looking for things to do It feels like wanting to be alone But hating that lonely feeling that grew It feels like a craving to be loved But running away from anything true It feels like having a friendly voice inside my head But it doubts all the things I thought I once knew It feels like I should move away And I do, and I do again, and I do again It feels like I should start a new job And I do, and I do again, and I do again. It feels like I should go on an adventure And I do, and I do again, and I do again. It feels like the only medicine I have for life But I fear I am starting to become immune.