Askew

Me and reality meet at right angles
Perpendicular lines through time but now
It feels like they're going askew (how 'bout you?)

Lines that should never cross, cross
And I'm getting sparks down my spine
I'm moving through time (not in a straight line)

My world has gone askew. How 'bout you?

Bittersweet and frail, each happy second
Each moment's pleasure fades in the next
It's so hard to hold on (nothing to stand on)

My world has gone askew. How 'bout you?
There's nothing you can do.