i've always wondered what it's like

what it's like to be part of the other side of order

the other side of right. The other side of perfect.

who's to say I was any of that ever, anyway?

my whole life has been centered around expectation.

my whole life has been centered around calm.

who is to say I was any of that ever, anyway?

now that I think about it, when have I ever been who I wanted to be?

when have I ever done what I've wanted to do?

when have I ever gone wherever I've wanted to go?

when have I not projected my dreams around the concerns of a man?

has a man ever projected his dreams around the concerns of me?

i always say sorry. i always cry. i always give. what's it like to not give a fuck?

what's it like to do what I want to do

and go where I want to go?

what's it like to be expectation's antonym

and calm's antagonist?

i want to visit the other side of order sometime

maybe that's where I belong

maybe that's where I'll move on

maybe that's where I'll finally learn not to give a fuck.