Turnaround

I think I’m sad
Wait I’m doing fine
I think I’m broken
Next thing I feel alright
Maybe I’m bad
Just bad at what I do
In the morning I’ll wake up
I’m the best I ever knew
It’s exhausting being me
All these roots without a tree
I’m a sinner
I’m a sermon
I’m a steady handed surgeon
I don’t understand, why
Every time I find myself
I find myself wanting something else
I wander off to something new
But how come every time I turn around
I’m turned around on
You
I can’t hold a grudge
For more than a day or two
But that time my roommate kicked me out
I still can’t talk it through
How do you do it?
Love me when it hurts
And every time I fly away
You pull me back to earth
I bet it’s exhausting holding me
All these roots without a tree
I’m a phony
I’m a fighter
I’m a figure skating idol
And I don’t understand, why
Every time I find myself
I find myself wanting something else
I wander off to something new
But how come every time I turn around
I hear the same familiar sound
How come every time I turn around
I’m turned around on
You…
(Turn me around)
(Turn me around)