While he's fighting his Beast,
I am fighting my Beach Boys,
and I don't know what to say
other than, "Are you okay?"
I'm biting my tongue
and biding my time, hardcore.
Not sure what I'm waiting for.
While he's facing his Demons,
I am facing myself in the mirror,
making myself strong enough
to fight by his side.
I am shaking on the bench,
and I'm saving my Creator.
I'm not sure what I'm waiting for.
