I've been alone most of my life. I've never known what it was like. To end up somewhere and not have to pack. To be among friends I know have my back.
Look out my window see a world that's on fire. Some people think that we should just let it burn. With all this ignorance the flames just get higher (higher).
You're wound up tight like a hairpin trigger. Just about ready to snap. You're driving 'round like a crash test dummy. All over the map. . You're doing this, you're doing that.
I'm not saying that I'm something special. But you might know my name to some degree. Sometimes I can't believe that I'm still standing. And it feels pretty good to be me.