Weathervane - Hover

I can go with the flow or swim,

it depends on the mood I’m in

I’ve been lying to myself through the years

but I guess that’s what keeps me here

There she stands and stares just to feed my insecurity

Well, my friends say things behind my back

But again, that’s just what I think

How fast can the wind blow?

How strong am I now?

Am I good to go?

Growing old makes me feel like giving up

Waking up is just too heavy to carry on

There she stands and stares just to feed my insecurity

Well, my friends say things behind my back