The People

Love is great love kills me drag me home on a piece of string This is a sentiment I can barley even sing If I were to clap eyes with my younger self I'd be afraid that he'd be afraid and mistake me for someone else I'm scared Of myself Ah ah! I'm scared Of myself Ah ah! Embers heat and harrow in my worried mind My ability to feel tranquility has been chemically decline I'm not who I picture for the future I'm not who I picture of the future I'm scared Of myself Ah ah! I'm scared Of myself Ah ah! (I'm thinking my way into scaring myself) I'm scared Of myself Ah ah! I'm scared Of myself Ah ah! (I'm thinking my way into scaring myself)