What Is This

Petrified like frozen

With a bag to pack my woes in

Got a pool in my backyard

Scared to dip my toes in

If every single moment

Is randomly chosen

Then who the hell am I kidding

I should just stop posing

Scared of something that doesn't exist

Yeah I'm scared of something that doesn't exist

I'm scared of things that don't exist

What is this

What is this

Helicopters flying

Filming people dying

Got a roof and it's downtown

I can hear the sirens

Here at home in my young adulthood

Everything is safe

But my existence is a falsehood

I still feel out of place

Scared of something that doesn't exist

Yeah I'm scared of something that doesn't exist

I'm scared of things that don't exist

What is this

What is this