What’s It All About
Aynsley Lister
I wake up, put on my clothes
Contemplate the daily load
I draw the curtains, make my bed
Find a pill for my aching head, once again
Walk the streets, nowhere to go
Is my vocation what I think I know?
I ask myself questions, oh, I can't resolve
I try to walk the line, don't wanna fall right off
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about anyway, anyway?
Try to fit whatever mould
We all need something, to behold
I try for perfect, I give it all
Maybe the answer, it ain't perfect at all
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about anyway, anyway?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
What's it all about anyway?
