I get a little bit tired
From all the memories I've got inside my head
I get a little bit higher
Even though I know I'm not deserving it
I feel a little desire
Every time I open up and lose control
But now I'm out of one-liners
And still a little bit tired
When there's a good thing coming
I turn around instead
I'm getting good at ignoring it
Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?
It's like all of it's for not on a sinking stone
So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me
Is it too late to say I was always afraid?
But not today
No, not today
Remember late 2000's
Empty bottles and a pencil in my hand
Maybe a part of me doubted
So I never said the things I should've said
It turns out that it's a challenge, the balance
I'm probably thinking too much about it
The sentiment was lost but I found it along the way
Yea-yeah
When there's a good thing coming
I drown it out instead
I can't keep it from flooding in
Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?
It's like all of it's for not on a sinking stone
So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me
Is it too late to say I was always afraid?
But not today
When crashes come calling
Still I keep stalling
Who am I to say
I can't take it all the way
When crashes come calling
Still I keep stalling
Who am I to say
I can't take it all the way
Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?
It's like all of it's for not on a sinking stone
So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me
Is it too late to say I was always afraid?
Is it too late to say that I'm lost on my own?
It's like all of it's for not on a sinking stone
So I'll tighten my grip on the last part of me
Is it too late to say I was always afraid?
Is it too late to say I was always afraid?
But not today
No, not today