You moved up from Arizona or somewhere just as dry
And you looked higher than the sky, and believed you still knew why
It's all too bad I met you in Rhode Island
To the rising sun
You've got black hair so it shows and it's all pulled back in braids
And it ain't got nothing to say, it just slays your shoulder blades
It's all too much I still look for your former
In the rising sun
Why can't I, I can't be the one to see?
Who I am, who am I supposed to be?
I've got your shadow on my ceiling, you're still held up with tacks
And I can't mask the things I'm saying
And you don't care to ask
I don't know if I can fall out of this
Is the damage done?
Don't you know, you don't know just where you went
Who you are, who are you to be content with this damaged one?
I am human, I am durable
I am hopeless
Hear me roar
Hear me roar