I woke up this morning with a tightness in my chest
From a dream whose hands were wrapped around my neck
No matter what my waking life has shown to be fact
When I find space my mind goes running straight back
But in your arms I feel secure
Like all my questions are of no concern
I've been looking all around the grocery store
For proof I am who I've been without question years before
And it feels shallow because I know my heart is yours
The answer bears no weight inside my chest until I'm forced
But in your arms I feel secure
Like all my questions are of no concern
And I can't see a mirror without
Wondering how the hell
I ended up so caught up inside my head
That I can't get out
And I wanna be honest with myself
But my permission still comes with doubt
How can a cynic find the truth
If he can't even find himself?
And I can't see a mirror without
Wondering how the hell
I ended up so caught up inside my head
That I can't get out
