I can't eat and I can't sleep

Not life or death just in between

Oh I'm tired of being me

What if my anxiety's just my own logic failing me

Oh I I'm just trying to breathe

What if what I'm waiting for

Is right outside on my front porch

But I'm just too scared to open the door

Oh

Oh

Some of my maturity's just bred from insecurities

Oh I'm tired of being me

What if all of my beliefs are solely sake of certainty

Oh I I'm just trying to breathe

When I'm alone I need a referee

To split the sides of I myself and me

The only concept we can all agree is I do better with some company

What if what I'm waiting for

Is right outside on my front porch

But I'm just too scared to open the door

Oh

Oh

Oh

Open the door

Oh

Open the door

Now I can eat and I can sleep

And I found comfort in between

Now I can eat and I can sleep

And I found comfort in between

What if what im waiting for

Is right outside on my front porch

But im just to scared

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh