SOS

I'm lost and sending you SOS signals from the floor of the living room Where there's not much living I feel like I can do We have bad seams on the ceiling I stare them and the cracks in my hands Trying to find and feel like I have a chance to save myself But I know I can't Or I don't or I don't care or I just don't believe I can Is it in my head Is it in my head The feeling I haven't had control That I have no power and get pulled where the current flows Is it in my head That those thought-barbed-wire fences show their dominance And intimidate and distort the growth of hope Though I'm surrounded in love I still feel alone as I ever was I still feel that I'm the only one who can understand my soul I'm sure that I am unheard I'm an unrecognizable face I'm an unpronounceable name I might have a boat I could rudder to shore But I don't But I don't I might have a life saving device I could tie But I don't or can't or haven't or won't I might have a blanket I could cover wire and climb But I don't But I don't I might have a shovel to tunnel out a hole But I don't or can't or haven't or won't But I don't or can't or haven't or won't