Standard (EADGBE)

There must be something that keeps me awake,

 Or some kind of pill I can take,

 To break these bad habits.

 I would lie if I said that this didn't get tough,

 Two left feet on the floor in a Waltz,

 At an odd tempo.

 Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?

 A curious puzzle still cursing me

 To follow or lead.

 You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt.

 I can't tell just which option is worse,

 Dying pure or aware.

 So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats

 Too far off for my ears to reach,

 Just a hint of timing.

 Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?

 A curious puzzle still cursing me,

 To follow or lead.

And I don't know where I'm going,

Cause I can't see the road, oh it's winding,

 Just as long as I keep breathing,

 I've got this uncomfortable feeling,

 Heavy feet, shaky hands, troubled hall.