| Laying up at night |
| No concept of myself |
| I’m lost inside my head |
| You’re lost inside, as well |
| I’m breathing in fresh air |
| On my grandparents' front porch |
| While you’re laying in the grass |
| Or you’re staring at the floor |
| And anxious like I am |
| I’m panicking again |
| 'Cause I’m losing touch with all |
| The people I call friends |
| You’re losing in a staring contest |
| With whatever’s in your mirror |
| You are me and I am you |
| But we’re not one and I’m inferior |
| I’m three beers past five too many |
| I’m two bowls past too high |
| I’m one forehead kiss away |
| From falling asleep when I realize |
| That my whole life is up in the air |
| My heart is out on a tightrope |
| And my mind is so unaware |
| That the safety net was cut a long time ago |
| So why should I remember |
| When good times come around |
| If the deafening silence of anxiety |
| Will drown out the prettiest sounds |
| At the bottom of a riverbed |
| My nightmares are coming on |
| They feel like my favorite song |
| If I didn’t know the words whenever it came on |