Not a means to an end

Just a guess

Never look surprised when I am

Watch my hands

She looks like a sound

Getting

Dizzy

Sometimes we lie

To reach the truth

Everybody reads the expensive news

Cheaper than taking sides

Looking up to me

Looking up too high

I'm only alone with my soul, we shouldn't be up

Getting a good nap

Not a means to an end

Just a guess on the guess

Never look surprised when I am

Watch my hands

She looks like a sound

Getting

Dizzy

Spinning on a trip

But your eyes stays still

I'm getting dizzy

Balance onto me

Sliding off of these

Out of energy so I stay still

(I'm getting dizzy)