Feist — So Sorry

I don’t know what’s fair anymore.

I don’t know how to fight for myself anymore.

What am I holding on to?

Instead of studying, I sat around replacing song lyrics with my own–”Woke up in the morning, feeling pretty shitty”–and staring at the wall.

I don’t know how to fight for myself.

But maybe I don’t deserve to fight.

I know what I want,

but I am terribly, terribly afraid that at the very end, it won’t even matter.

We’re so helpless
We’re slaves to our impulses
We’re afraid of our emotions
And no one knows where the shore is
We’re divided by the ocean
And the only thing I know is
That the answer isn’t for us
No the answer isn’t for us