I'm eating fast food frantically, outside of therapy
Six minutes late, really six years late now
As I try to figure out exactly what it means to be
A better brother, son and friend
To the people that trust me
Struggling lately
With even minor civilities
Spinning my own wheels
And feeling it seep out of me
So now I lash out constantly, even my family
Wires are crossed and "you're losing your grip now"
"You've got to stop the way you're always looking back as if
There's anything left to gain from the places that you've been"
"Your skin is too thin"
As if that's news to anyone
You've got to understand
That this isn't how I meant to be
But if no one else
Ever believed in me
It'd be enough
You'd be enough