I'm worried that you've changed I'm worried I've stayed the same I'm worried that you're gone And that I've stayed too long But it's not the semantics that bother me It's just that I'm avoiding The rock but it keeps on hitting me So I keep on pushing These orders elude Me but I've got several clues On this musty slope There's no good reason to hope But it's not half bad because I'm only Insincere for sincere reasons Pink blossoms are rapidly growing But only out of my lesions I've been shackled here for years With only one thing near And I'm worried that it's gone Where is my rock