oh conor
The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs.
I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses.
Now I try to be assertive. I'm making plans.
I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
It's hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out...
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
I started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs.
I almost forgot who I was, but came to my senses.
Now I try to be assertive. I'm making plans.
I want to rise to the occasion, yeah, meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
It's hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out...