Out of place and I'm restless,
Short breath, catch me quietly,
It gets to nowhere, before I know it,
Out of place, and I'm restless

A place of just about not, or just about too much,
I died, that instant, when I ceased pretending

By the urgency of not belonging,
Not owing, not being owned,
I almost killed it,
The moment I noticed it

Will it kill me,
Will it kill me back?