I used to be the fish that lives inside a tank.
These days I seem to be a morsel made of sand.
And I’m just sick of being honest,
when honestly I never understand.  
It seems an awful waste to give me so much space.
I never seem to know exactly what’s my pace.
And I’m just sick of being honest,
when honestly I’m just a hopeless case.
Dress me up
Tell me how to think
I don’t wanna get it wrong
I’ve been a fish too long
Who can’t swim
I’m running on a moving pavement in reverse.
My life’s a standstill but I fear its getting worse.
And I know that I’m overthinking,
but I only starting sinking since we met.
Dress me up
Tell me how to think
I don’t wanna get it wrong
I’ve been a fish too long
Who can’t swim Bridge
(swim oohs)
Somebody told me to just take it day by day.
That seems impossible but I thanked them anyway.
It seems like everybody’s got it,
And all I ever do is swim away