We decide to get up
Long days been asleep take a toll on us
Need to get up
Come on, are you not ready to put the past behind us?
We get all dressed up
I step outside to let the cold air creep into my lungs
Did you get the drugs?
Alright, we're on the search to further find ourselves
Find myself
I've got my head stuck high up in the clouds
But feel with my feet sailing, afraid to touch the ground
I feel a disconnect, from within
Is this the calm before the storm? It's about to begin
I wanna know what's on your mind
Is it the fear of the unknown?
I hope you're not too old for who I want
I can't wait to get outside
Free my mind of contemplation and just stay true to myself
Stay true to myself
I've got my head stuck high up in the clouds
But feel with my feet sailing, afraid to touch the ground
I feel a disconnect, from within
Is this the calm before the storm? It's about to begin
I will be the death of me
I will be the death of me
I've got this tendency in which I speak way ahead of myself
As if I'm discontent with the life I lead thinking there is something else
Thinking there is something else
There, perhaps a better metaphor
The confidence to please a girl
If I had both of those I wouldn't be capable to write this all alone
To write this all alone
I said, I write this all alone