Constant conflict,
She asked who I am,
dishonest and barely breathing.
Just the thought that the throne's as good as mine,
has got me selfish, keeping calls on the other line.
I pull the wrong moves,
at all the best times.
But hear me out,
I'm not proud of the man in the mirror,
I live alone cause I took a pretty picture,
It's not a fault,
just a flash then it's over with,
she took it home and i'm left with a little less.
I'm not a father,
nor a teacher,
or a leader,
But you'd think I was.
You would think I was.
I'm just a brother and a son who's got it all wrong,
the kids are missing cause we can't see the river at night.
It isn't all that hard to figure out,
she needs her head in her hands for a little bit longer,
trying to decide if she'd rather a lonely life.
Dr. Doctor!
I've grown concerned with my mental health, my fucking sense of self.
It's just the cards that i've been dealt have got me feeling like i'm someone else,
I've got a story to tell but I don't know how the story ends.
Play it out like a story in the back of my head,
you choose to lie,
I choose to never believe it.
I think that happiness came and then it went away,
it never stopped to think or even notice me.
It isn't all that hard to figure out,
she needs her head in her hands for a little bit longer,
trying to decide if she'd rather a lonely life.
We try our best to see the beauty in a hurricane,
And to believe that there's more to life than living.
They won't convince me tonight,
I'm alive at heart but not mind,
I'm alive at heart but not mine.