bug

Feel like a bug I'm too small to keep up with your talking Just say something real Squashed on the sidewalk People keep walking around me I'm disgusting I keep on flying into the light I could disappear completely In the time it takes to count it down from three And I'm wasting, receding How do I go back? I want control, want it all I'm no puppet on a string just waiting For something real Cut the thread, get out of bed I'm trying not to sink into the deep end Yeah this bug's swimming I could disappear completely In the time it takes to count it down from three. And I'm wasting, receding How do I go back? I've got a bone to pick with God She's taking her time lately I hoped my best would be enough She's making a mess of me. How do I go back?