All that I am is suspect today
Shade over my lone sundial
Close approximations of joy
Now wondering if then it ever was
Don't wanna look at my picked face
Don't wanna feel my stomach sink
Shade over my lone sundial
I've lost the time, I've lost the time
I'm tired of having my mind attacked
They treat me as if I have no sense
When what I am is suspect today
Should've closed my mouth, never opened my mouth