Search my soul or just my eyes; a Pandora's box of subterfuge
I'll spill it all, except for this --
No one likes catastrophe.

If you knew what I was thinking, well the world just might implode
Don't ask and I won't answer --
Don't speak and I won't feel.

I'd say we all have reasons
I'm just making it through March.

You know I'm asking questions; they just never leave my mouth
Because if they did, what then?
Could you answer them with truth?

And what if you knew everything; I sometimes think you do
So tell me that I crazy --
Or tell me that I'm right.

I'd say you're enigmatic
I'm just making it through March.

So far above the surface; there are breaks from what's below
It's like testing water --
Like finding hot or cold.

If you see through my undoing; look past this subterfuge
Somewhere there's a reason --
Somewhere is where I'll be.

I'd say life is perplexing
I'm just making it through March.