False beginnings wear me down Wanna draw aside and quietly practice being me And all my constellations unaligned I need to take a while and maybe try out something new Cos I can't find my rhythm I am strangely unassured All my positive assertions want to run away And all my certainties seem paper thin I built a barricade of stone but moths are flying through it now And I can't find my rhythm not today Can't find my rhythm although I try I can't find my rhythm Not today