There’s a hole in the middle where I should be, I’m held against the sides, spinning in a vortex, It’s where I should be, swimmin' 'gainst the tide, Spinning in a vortex, wondering Is that me Is that me? Come and save me, will you please? For I’m sure it’s not real; it cannot be. Is that me? Is that me? There’s a whorl inside, and I cannot see me, I’m flung against the sides, sky is flexed, I’m feeling kinda sick, inundated vexed, Slow butterfly wings, inverted, Is that me? Is that me? Can you save me, will you please? For I’m sure it’s not the way that it should be. Is that me? Is that me? Man, I’m sure this wasn’t what it was supposed to be, I’m sure this is not the way it’s supposed to be. The sky’s about to break apart, the rain, The square rain is falling, and I’m sure it’s not meant to be. There’s a hole in the middle where I should be, I’m pushed off the edge, and constantly perplexed, It’s not where I should be, flattened out by time, Spinning in a vortex, wondering Is that me Is that me?