So what exactly am I suppose to do, how exactly am I suppose to live because I’m too alive to settle. I can’t wake up in the morning settled, 5 minutes until I’m suppose to be at work, oops I’m late again. So what exactly am I suppose to do. Simple math to a fractioned equation, I hated that subject in school. Prep rallies, I never attended, where was my school spirit. Ghosted in somebody else’s body, I’ve lost my identity. So what exactly am I suppose to do.. Let people rain on my parade.. You weren’t even invited to my rehearsals, how did you even find my float. Sailing through the flood, rain rain, please stay and play because what exactly am I suppose to do. Here’s an idea, I’ll find a stranger, he’ll tell me what to do, we’ll exchange numbers, and yeah sure it was really nice to meet you. Time flies, tears do to, Cuddled up, it’s only been a week since I first saw him, but I asked myself what am I suppose to do, he could make all dreams come true. A figment of my imagination, I finally get to see him projected. Big screen, small schemes, I need to tell the world about him because secrets don’t make friends. I never had many friends to begin with, so what harm can it cause. This will all be for a good cause, but pinch me if I fall asleep dreaming, slowly shake my body to its feet. One eye open, double minded sorrows.. Day or night, I guess I’ve been daydreaming again, but the day I exchanged numbers was really an exchange of hearts. He told me he loved me and after that I didn’t know where to start. What exactly am I suppose to do, how exactly am I suppose to live… I’ll just keep writing love stories. Jesus, man.. You always collect hearts. So I know exactly what I’m suppose to do, follow you and live close, redefine, in exchange, my life is for you.