Jung, Freud and Wittgenstein - I'd read them and reread them if I just had the time
Would they make much sense of what I see? Would they translate me to me?
What Do I hope to gain from them? Well, a simple understanding of my own torment
'Cause life's less scary the more you know and don't let the fear show
But what do I know?
What do I know?
Another year around the sun as a 30 something with 20 something problems
What the f*ck does that even mean? It's bad though, or so it seems
But what chance do you stand when life makes no sense?
And the more you think about it well, the harder it gets
Maybe these are feelings that I'll one day outgrow, but then again maybe I won't
'Cause what do I know?
What do I know?
'Till then I'll find solace in the never ending beauty of the sunset and stars
God, how they floor me - they're almost too much, too much for my heart
Jung, Freud and Wittgenstein - I'd read them and reread them if I just had the time