Lack of Plan and Attack

It's the hardest thing
I can't even speak
It's the darnedest thing
I don't even think

I dream of sharks swimming after me
I wake up drifting off at sea
Thoughts and prayers don't comfort me
Don't comfort me
Don't come for me

On second thought, let's circle back
Double talk is picking up the slack
Just chill out and kick back
Watch my lack of plan and attack

I was feeling human again
But the old world collided with the new one again
It's just a matter of what hand you're felt in the end
In the end
In the end