And you feel the light from backlit screens And you feel that you might know what it means Staring down a picture of who you are You're a mirror cycling through the near and far It's not right Something's off, my heart is telling me And you know discontent and disrepair Letting go of what is and isn't fair There's a question gone unanswered: "what is the final fix?" Working backwards searching for the thing you missed It's not right Something's off, my heart is telling me.