Turnaround

I think I'm sad Wait, I'm doing fine I think I'm broken Next thing I feel alright Maybe I'm bad Just bad at what I do In the morning I'll wake up I'm the best I ever knew It's exhausting being me All these roots without a tree I'm a sinner I'm a servant I'm a steady-handed surgeon But I don't understand why Every time I find myself I find myself wanting something else And I wander off to something new But how come every time I turn around I'm never turned around on You, you, you, you I can't hold a grudge For more than a day or two But that time my roommate kicked me out I still can't talk it through How do you do it? Love me when it hurts And every time I fly away You pull me back to Earth And it's exhausting holding me All these roots without a tree I'm a phony I'm a fighter I'm a figure skating idol And I don't understand why Every time I find myself I find myself wanting something else And I wander off to something new But how come every time I turn around I hear the same familiar sound? How come every time I turn around I'm never turned around on You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, you (Turn me around) (Turn me around)