Questions

You’re following your self
Turning corners that don’t need to be turned
Victories you score don’t look so good when they’re projected on walls
You’re dealing from the wrong side of your hand, over and over again
Every word gets buried in my mouth just the same

Questions should be asked always
Problems will be there anyway

You’re shattering your friends
You’re running races that nobody needs to run
And I’m lying on my back, feels like I've been awake too long
Can’t break through to this fucking mess that you’re always in
Can’t break through, such a fucking mess you've landed in

Questions should be asked always
Problems will be there anyway
Problems will be there anyway (repeat)