Maybe I'm a little bit tired
Maybe I'm a bit of an acquired taste
So I should just give up and retire
Because I'm catastrophizing about going insane
Maybe I'm a little bit tired
Maybe I'm a little bit tired
I'm tired of this losing game I'm in too deep
Lacking self-awareness is admired
Filtering perspective is a layman's game
I'm naive and completely uninspired
Maybe I'll be famous when I'm crazy
Because people like to feel sorry for creatives
Amygdala locks me out in a snowstorm
As I cry and tap upon the windowpane
Will I be able to move on?
Will I be able to move on?
