If you can squeeze two people on this single bed, then I'll tell you everything inside my head.

These chemical reactions don't give me satisfaction the same way that they used to.

So take my heart and string me along, I can't promise when you get there I won't be gone.

It's all about the drive and not where you're going, but I've driven off the road.

'Cause my thoughts drift to existential scares.

Am I getting well or getting worse?

Sometimes I stare down at my words and I think I sound a bit like a lunatic

Am I too dazed to notice that these days are strange? I've been feeling the strain of not feeling my age.

But I'm stuck in my ways and it's too late to change, so maybe I'll shave my head again.

'Cause my identity doesn't agree with me. I replay my worst moments like a montage on TV.

And I can't stand it, so I start to panic.

As my thoughts drift to existential scares.

Am I getting well or getting worse?

Sometimes I stare down at my words and I think I sound a bit like a lunatic

I'm not comfortable feeling like I'm living with my demons any longer than another day.

So when we go to sleep tonight can we pretend that our lives are gonna change in every way?

Oh tomorrow...

My thoughts drift to existential scares.

Am I getting well or getting worse?

Sometimes I stare down at my words and I think I sound a bit like a lunatic

Drift to existential scares.

Am I getting well or getting worse?

Sometimes I stare down at my words and I think I sound a bit like a lunatic