I.D.K.W.I.F.L

I like to make my life harder than it should be And hide under tables and hope that no one sees Things that should matter just don't make sense to me I say "I'm sorry" before I even speak And I don't know what it feels like to be certain in my mind Or satisfied And it feels like I don't know what it feels like Will I ever grow up to what I'm supposed to be? 'Cause now I'm more anxious than I have ever been For someone so careful, I do some reckless things I'm saying "sorry" before I even speak And I don't know what it feels like to be certain in my mind Or satisfied And it feels like I don't know what it feels like If I can't depend on my common sense then I'm two kinds of blind I don't know what it feels like I don't know what it feels like I am torn I am torn I become a waste of time And I become a waste of time I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am What it feels like I don't know what it feels like