Why do I go wrong

There's something in the air
It's something that doesn't seem
Here or there or anywhere
And the more I look for it
The more I stumble off my track;
I don't even know I'm walking this path
But I feel like I've overstayed my welcome in this sweet life
You all walk proudly, keeping pace with standard time
And here I am, centuries back,
Never ready, never there,
But here I am

Going all wrong again

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