I.D.K.W.I.F.L

I like to make my life harder than it should be
 And hide under tables and hope that no one sees
 Things that should matter just don't make sense to me
 I say "I'm sorry" before I even speak
 And I don't know what it feels like to be certain in my mind
 Or satisfied
 And it feels like
 I don't know what it feels like
 Will I ever grow up to what I'm supposed to be?
 'Cause now I'm more anxious than I have ever been
 For someone so careful, I do some reckless things
 I'm saying "sorry" before I even speak
 And I don't know what it feels like to be certain in my mind
 Or satisfied
 And it feels like
 I don't know what it feels like
 If I can't depend on my common sense then I'm two kinds of blind
 I don't know what it feels like
 I don't know what it feels like
 I am torn
 I am torn
 I become a waste of time
 And I become a waste of time
 I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am
 What it feels like
 I don't know what it feels like