Misbehave -

I’m a masochistic optimist scared of everything I’m up

against and I can’t find solid ground with my head up in the clouds

Sometimes I don’t wanna be here but I’m looking for acceptance

Searching for some common sense in a bundle of contradictions

And when your life is spent coping with

living can you really call that living at all?

And can you be sure that you have perspective

while you’re shielding your eyes from it all?

So take me as I am/

And you can take my hand while I talk

about the long run while I can barely stand/

And I’ll make the best laid plans because this is who I am

Just someone trying to make sense of what I don’t understand

It’s like a stress test to have a normal conversation

Too much anger and frustration at the surface

And all that I am basing this is being subpar at relationships

And the toll that this is taking is obvious

And when you spend your life coping with

living can you really call that living at all?

And can you make any progress with your back against the wall?

I’m the sum of my experience, plus all the places that I’ve been

I hope that’s enough in the end

Divided by the pain I feel, plus all the love that makes this real

I hope that’s enough in the end