I can't eat and I can't sleep Not life or death just in between Oh I'm tired of being me What if my anxiety's just my own logic failing me Oh I I'm just trying to breathe What if what I'm waiting for Is right outside on my front porch But I'm just too scared to open the door Oh Oh Some of my maturity's just bred from insecurities Oh I'm tired of being me What if all of my beliefs are solely sake of certainty Oh I I'm just trying to breathe When I'm alone I need a referee To split the sides of I myself and me The only concept we can all agree is I do better with some company What if what I'm waiting for Is right outside on my front porch But I'm just too scared to open the door Oh Oh Oh Open the door Oh Open the door Now I can eat and I can sleep And I found comfort in between Now I can eat and I can sleep And I found comfort in between What if what im waiting for Is right outside on my front porch But im just to scared Oh Oh Oh Oh