well i went today,
where they all told me.
that i could be fixed,
for once and for only.
they told me to let go,
of all that I should be.
but in the end,
it just made me lonely.
and the saints,
well they’ve got me.
revered in death,
is something I could be.
goodness incarnate,
seems a good enough deal to me.
and i’m not your girl,
i don’t belong to me.
i am clueless,
i’m not who I should be.
Can somebody tell me,
(tell me) who should i be.
i am drifting,
i am drifting out to sea.