Turnaround

I think Im sad
Wait Im doing fine
I think Im broken
Next thing I feel alright
Maybe Im bad
Just bad at what I do
In the morning Ill wake up
Im the best I ever knew
Its exhausting being me
All these roots without a tree
Im a sinner
Im a sermon
Im a steady handed surgeon
I dont understand, why
Every time I find myself
I find myself wanting something else
I wander off to something new
But how come every time I turn around
Im turned around on
You
I cant hold a grudge
For more than a day or two
But that time my roommate kicked me out
I still cant talk it through
How do you do it?
Love me when it hurts
And every time I fly away
You pull me back to earth
I bet its exhausting holding me
All these roots without a tree
Im a phony
Im a fighter
Im a figure skating idol
And I dont understand, why
Every time I find myself
I find myself wanting something else
I wander off to something new
But how come every time I turn around
I hear the same familiar sound
How come every time I turn around
Im turned around on
You...
(Turn me around)
(Turn me around)