I always tend to doubt What everyone seems so certain about Always tethered to the dirt Comprised of legs and hands that hurt And crawling away I wanted to stay When the world bears down on me Will I laugh at its audacity And be able to comprehend? When the world bears down on me Will I laugh at its audacity And be able to start again, again, again? It doesn't make much sense I'm older but I'm always on the fence And I, I always seem to doubt How everyone seems to have it all figured All figured out