I hear my friends out

There's always something to fuss about

I'm guilty of it too

But I don't need to fuss about you

Sometimes their thoughts become my own

I lose track of my values

Sometimes their words, the seeds that they've sown

Grow into weeds in my mind

Empathy could be the death of me

But I won't let it change the way I see

You and the dreams we've been building

Yeah I feel what they've got going on, but that just ain't my song

I should be meditating I know

I do it sometimes

I go through phases but its hard

Not to soak in the outside, the outside

Guess I'll keep chugging along, singing my songs

(La da da da da da da)

It's a gift but it comes with a price

Sometimes their thoughts become my own

I lose track of my values

Sometimes their words, the seeds that they've sown

Grow into weeds in my mind

Empathy could be the death of me

But I won't let it change the way I see

You and the dreams we've been building

I feel what they've got going on, but that just ain't my song

Ba da da do do

Ba da da do do

Ba da da do do

Ba da da do do

Ba da da do do

Ba da da do do dah

Empathy, could it be the death of me

Could it be the death of me

Could it be the death... of me