sostenuto

Suddenly, I feel like Fiona Apple's "Sullen Girl":

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day and all night
I wander the halls along the walls
And under my breath, I say to myself
"I need fuel to take flight"

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves
In the blue of my oblivion