Turnaround

I think I'm sad

Wait I'm doing fine

I think I'm broken

Next thing I feel alright

Maybe I'm bad

Just bad at what I do

In the morning I'll wake up

I'm the best I ever knew

It's exhausting being me

All these roots without a tree

I'm a sinner

I'm a sermon

I'm a steady handed surgeon

I don't 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'm turned around on

You

I can't hold a grudge

For more than a day or two

But that time my roommate kicked me out

I still can't 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 it's exhausting holding me

All these roots without a tree

I'm a phony

I'm a fighter

I'm a figure skating idol

And I don't 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

I'm turned around on

You...

(Turn me around)

(Turn me around)