If i keep things bottled up in my head
Then i know i can't ruin it
Right there, it stays perfect and unreal
Hyper-aware of all my weaknesses
Paranoid your motives are insidious
Presume like it's a done deal
Flawed and automatic cynicism
You vainly try to change a spinning wheel
The city around me might as well not exist
But it does and i just stumbled into a tree
Well my head's been stuck in 45 degrees
Broken open, everything falling out of my ears and pockets
There must be something wrong with me
When i make it real, nothing goes how i want it to
Not even my tattoos
But you draw on me just to make it right
Try to make the setbacks work
I think i might have ruined it
But you swear it's only in my mind
You say don't confuse changing bad behavior
For changing who you are