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.