Subconsciously feel the energy

Like when a car drives by yours

And you lock eyes

Immediately smile and nod

From our bulky limousine

A taste of what it’s like to be myself

A taste of what’s it like to be myself

And sometimes I’ll drive slower than I need to because I’m not ready to be there

A taste of what it’s like to be myself

Maybe this is what they’re trying to teach me

The little things inside my little head

Are we there yet?