The blisterpack insists it's yesterday
And it's to be consumed with anxiety
Then today different kinds of infinity
They're up on trial, there's too much variety
In my right mind
In the mind of the moment
Now let's try to get this straight
Straight down the middle
Stuff just keeps happening
Because of what happened before
When I was searching for myself
(In all the wrong places)
I was searching in all the wrong places
And I found nothing there
What about my property?
Back then I understand it was beautifully appointed
Then everything got dizzy and disjointed
Stuff just keeps happening
Because of what happened before
My selves, my cells
Bog-standard and inorganic
And stuck in the leftover light
Stuck in the leftover panic
When I was searching for myself
(In all the wrong places)
I was searching in all the wrong places
And I found nothing there