Psychosomatica - Bedhead

Something’s gone awry

And I can’t determine why

It’s like an incidence

But it’s not providence

It’s not written in the sky

And on it’s meaning don’t rely

It’s hard to figure out

With byline of doubt

Whatever is amiss

I never fail to miss

I can’t remember what I heard

And what I made up

If it turns out a mistake

If the worry’s been fake

I can’t reel it out

I was hit by more than doubt