Jack Conte performs a lyrical monologue about the gap between motion and meaning. He repeats searching, waiting, pacing, playing, asking "Are you having the time of your life?" while admitting "I don't know what to be anymore" and feeling stuck in sameness.
Chapters
Still searching, still guessing, still searching, but are you having the time of your life? Still waiting, still pacing, still playing, but are you having the time of your life? Help me, I don't know what to be anymore. Still checking, still chasing. Still dressing. Are you having a good time? Are you? No, you're not. Same faces, same story. Same faces. Help me, I'm out of salt in the sea. Still searching, still guessing, still emerging. Are you having the time of your life? Are you having the time of your life? Are you having the time of your life?