If at first glance it seems I've planned my own reality
It's just circumstance - these secondhands have got their claws in me
Like a river flows and never slows its way into the sea
Oh, I doubt it chose the path it goes - it's all just gravity
But it's less like a force, more like a fight
Stuck in a back and forth of who's really to blame
Less like a flame, and more like a dim light bulb
Always flickering and waiting to be changed