No Idea

I got no idea what I'm doing
I got no idea who I am
And the therapy is helping
But I still feel mostly sad

So I run and I hide
If I stop then I cry so hard
In fact I weep like a child from the deep

I'm a house with no foundation
I'm a field that's turned to dust
I'm a metaphor that's reaching
But can't extend to this loss

So I run and I hide
And I don't really try so hard
To be here with the pain and the fear

And the comfort you find
Doesn't last through the night
Doesn't hold for a week
Doesn't give what you need

There's a secret you learn
As the documents burn
And the smoke takes your proof
And you cling to your youth

We are truly alone
No one cares, no one phones
As the light's going out
And you're down for the count

So I run and I hide
So I run and I hide

I got no idea
I got no idea
I got no idea