I'll Look in the Mirror

I'm scared of the ice age coming I'm scared I'll amount to something I'm scared that they'll look at me And they'll see what I can't quite see When I look in the mirror I'm scared of the the stuff I'm made of I'm scared of the horse I came with I'm scared of the fuzz of the stuff That snuffs out the stuff That I'm scared of I'm scared of how I keep moving Don't know when the moon is looming Or the flowers are blooming Or my chords need tuning I'm scared of that goddamn ringtone That rings everytime you call I'm scared you don't know I need you I'm scared of the cat out in the hall I'm scared I'm in over my head And they're going to find out soon I'm scared of the bones in the corner And I'm scared of the mop and the broom I'm scared I won't find what's worth it I'm scared I'm alone in this room And there's nothing under the surface Of floor where the earth should be And I'm up on the moon I'm scared they won't think about me And my metal hands will be left out to thaw with the snow I'm scared that they're cold And that I don't know what my hands are for