(Chorus)
You don't even know.
You don't even know.

(Verse 1)
But we're on the same boat.
Everybody seems a prophet; tell me, what do they know?
Oh, don't put on your raincoat.
Today's a rainy day, but tonight's a rainbow.
Everybody's looking for a cure all.
Consumerism, infomercial. Tell me, what's in your wallet?
Is it happiness or a substitute at best?
If I told you I could solve you, would you write me a check?
'Cause if you checked with me, I'd likely tell you to reflect.
What are all the reasons that you're sticking out your neck?
What do you care for, and who are you now?
And do you love yourself, or is that a lie that you tell?
And it's a long, long road to walk by yourself,
and it's a hard, hard thing to admit you need help.
It takes a lifetime to learn yourself.
No, there's not a cureall for your mental health.
I'm sorry.

(Chorus)
You don't even know.
You don't even know.
You don't even know.
I don't even know.

(Verse 2)
I'm just trying to relate to you.
I want you all to listen to the message I've relayed to you.
I hope it doesn't seem as though this life is just a race to you.
You gotta take your time, a one-on-one with your own mind,
and you will find that your vices are there for you to hide in,
and they're the only reason you have never let the light in,
and I guess you're flightless and fightless,
afraid of what is lurking right behind your eyelids.
It's like a desert:
Deserted while your appetites were centered.
A letter of sadness, you just hit return to sender.
A better path to take is weathering the weather.
Surrender to yourself and let your vices to the shredder.
I know... I know. I know it's hard to do.
I know you can't believe that happiness will start to bloom,
but a part of you knows that you aren't alive by any means.
So, what's the real harm in trying things?
You don't even know.

(Chorus)
You don't even know.
You don't even know.
You don't even know.
I don't even know.
We don't even know.
We don't even know.
We don't even know.
We don't even know.