Let the spokesman say his peace
Just pretend this will all be over in a few weeks
But we all know the truth, I guess
'Cause no one really knows what's gonna happen next
And I don't know what it means
I just know that it's not about
A search for meaning under hospital ceilings
And I don't know what it means
I just know that it's not about
Being broken, or having my dreams stolen
My lease on life
Was creased and folded over twice
Now I can see the end
Where my youth had just been
Take it easy, get some rest
Ain't so easy with these echoes in my head
Only one thing clear to me:
The future just ain't what it used to be
And I don't know what it means
I just know that it's not about
A search for meaning under hospital ceilings
And I don't know what it means
I just know that I'm just about
At my wit's end, and I'm tired of pretending
That I'm okay when I'm not okay
When I might never be okay