Death, Taxes & Doubt

"A revolving door is no place to play." Wise words as I struggle to find a friend that stays. But my life never will stop spinning, I've been dizzy since the accidental beginning. The only thing I've ever counted on is the feeling of being wrong. Like pouring my soul into the ears of a friend who offers a hand they would never lend. Like growing up. Like being stuck. Like always wondering if you're really enough. Like waiting for an answer to come and realizing it's easiest to just go numb. You call me pessimistic but I'm just realistic. 'Cause from here on out I will only rely on the sour taste of a bitter goodbye. And the things I hear through the grapevine make me lose my fucking mind. Whenever I try to figure it out I start to think I'll always be stuck with doubt. Oh, now I figured it out. I see I'm destined for doubt.