No Idea

I got no idea what I'm doing
I got no idea who I am
And the therapy is helping
But I still feel mostly sad

So I run and I hide
If I stop, then I cry
So hard, In fact I weep
Like a child from the deep

I'm a house with no foundation
I'm a field that's turned to dust
I'm a metaphor that's reaching
But can't extend to this loss

So I run and I hide
And I don't really try
So hard, to be here
With the pain and the fear

And the comfort you find
Doesn't last through the night
Doesn't hold for a week
Doesn't give what you need
There's a secret you learn
As the documents burn
And the smoke takes your proof
And you cling to your youth
We a re truly alone
No one cares
No one phones
As the light's going out
And you're down for the count

So I run and I hide
So I run and I hide
I got no idea
I got no idea
I got no idea