Ceschi, Penny - Not Sure lyrics

I’m Dying

Most words that I learned as a child
Went in one ear and right out the other
But my mother taught me that
Medieval men could be evil
And my brother taught me to
Be deathly afraid of needles
And my history teacher told
Me that I wouldn’t
Amount to be anything close to what
I would like to be
Enough! What is up with the
Rest of the bacteria
And the once upping murders in Jersey
But, I can’t quit I’m in too deep
Though all my hopes are out of reach
I could try to become what you wanted for me
I could try to be honest
But honestly I don’t think
That I’ll accomplish any of the goals
That you set for me
And I’d be lying if I said I could

I’m not sure where I’m going next
But sometimes it’s nice to get lost
I’m not sure where I’m going next
But sometimes it’s nice to forget
(yeah… Scratch)

I suppose most find
That they’re in constant conflict
With their origins
But my childhood was split between
Latitudes of sidewalks, boys
And the madness behold, massive amount in
Wool attracting nothing
But overheat from the sun and
Now I’m back again
After a year of waking daily
To it’s tucking in
Two funerals in one, one special
Two children for one unplugged mother
And two arms under
The weight of our late relationship
How can I be a shelf when
I need to clutch myself (self)?
And I can’t seem to crack
The coffin lid between
(between) , between (between)
The opposite sides of the line
We ride like sharing arrowheads
I’ve tangled myself in half the
Stayed with electric strings
Enhance me into calculated shapes
But I’ve been snipped
A four year degree that got me here
Back to the empty days
I first fled from and I can’t
Zoom straight through the rotation
Of my aging toss and turn over
A compass where my north is
I have at least 60 blank years to lead
But I need more

I’m not sure where I’m going next
But sometimes it’s nice to get lost
I’m not sure where I’m going next
But sometimes it’s nice to forget