Текст песни What's Left of Me - Makeshift

Slow this down, ′cause I can't find my
Grip on this at all
And I′m afraid I might fall off
Mind firing off, trigger happy
Mouth, catatonic, statue
Can't figure out what's wrong with me

It′s not the same as it used to be
Can′t recognize

Please slow down
My head whips back and spins begin to grow
I'm still trying to get control
It′s not enough for me
We're killing time but for no reason
What are we doing here?

It′s not the same as it used to be
Can't recognize what is left of me
I know I′ll find what I'm looking for eventually

Is this right? I don't know
It′s not the same as it was
Is this right? I don′t know
Is this right? I don't know
It′s not the same anymore
Is this right? I don't know