Tripping In Triplets

There must be something that keeps me awake,

Or some kind of pill I can take,

To break these bad habits.

I would lie if I said that this didn't get tough,

Two left feet on the floor in a Waltz,

At an odd tempo.

Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?

A curious puzzle still cursing me,

To follow or lead.

You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt,

I can't tell just which option is worse,

Dying pure or aware.

So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats,

Too far off for my ears to reach,

Just a hint of timing.

Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee?

A curious puzzle still cursing me,

To follow or lead.

And I don't know where I'm going,

Cause I can't see the road, oh it's winding,

Just as long as I keep breathing,

I've got this uncomfortable feeling,

Heavy feet, shakey hands, troubled hall.