Might Not

Don't you miss when your days were young
And would point in the direction of the sky?
Unconcerned with where you were from
And you never even really had to try

Here and now you’re a bit confused
And you aren't really sure which way to go
You ask your friends but they might not know

And if they don't, the chances are the rest won’t
It gets so hard to find them
In the places you assigned them
You're always moving too slow
You're always the last to know
But if you're going nowhere
At least it's not the last place you'll go

Everyday, like the day before
You'll be wishing you were someone else instead
Empty floors of department stores
Where they'll bury you before you’re even dead
Here and now you’re always confused
And you aren't ever sure which way to go
You asking me but i just don’t know

And if I don't, everybody else won't
It gets so hard to find them
Until you're sneaking up behind them
You’re always moving too slow
You're always the last to know
But I'm not saying nothing
Well, nothing you don't already know
Already know