I was running around from place to place
Never getting anywhere on time
Never getting anything done
As I promised to
This is not me, it's not the way I want to be
This is not me
Reduced to a presence, under the pretense
Of some positive influence
Dispersing energy, throughout and slowly
Waiting for the day, waiting for the day
That it comes back to me
It comes back to me
Maria, please tell me this isn't all
Maria, please tell me this isn't all
Remind me again
Last night I dreamt of my schedule book
It was looming over me and
It threatened stress
In monstrous proportions
This is not me, it's not the way I want to be
This is not me, it's not the way
This is not me, this is not me
The conversations aren't one-on-one
These days, those ways seem gone
Chased away by homely comforts
And the TVs they turn on
This apartment feels like a box I want to kick my way out of
Break down and divide, provided
That it comes back to me
It comes back to me
Maria, please tell me this isn't all
Maria, please tell me this isn't all
Remind me again
Maybe I'll head the wrong way on 680
And end up driving down the coast
Leave it all behind
For a while
For a while