Tell me all the things I'm supposed to like What you want to hear, what you think is right I'm not present, my thoughts are misaligned 'Cause every time I close my eyes too tight It's the Fall of 1929 A panic, playing out in black and white I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out I feel like I am down, I'm down without a doubt I feel like I let down everyone around I feel like nothing counts, I'm down without a doubt I've filled myself with doubt Maybe I was made for normal life Where I'm in at nine and I'm out by five And there's goals, I'd hit them every time I could sell plans of different types To wealthy men and their trophy wives And go home, see the kids at night I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out I feel like I am down, I'm down without a doubt I feel like I let down everyone around I feel like nothing counts, I'm down without a doubt I've filled myself with doubt Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing Never good enough, never satisfied with nothing I fill myself with doubt, I feel like I sold out I feel like I am down, I'm down without a doubt I feel like I let down everyone around I feel like nothing counts, I'm down without a doubt I've filled myself with doubt