These are the molehills I will die on
Have you noticed, I'm a bit of an oxymoron?
If opposites attract why am I not content with myself?
I am my own world's architect
No, I haven't found the time to renovate myself yet
I left it all in the back hall shelf
I can't do this on my own
I'm not erupt to do this alone
I'll ask you what you think until my cheeks have turned blue
The ground underneath's as unsteady
As the voice that's supposed to guide me
I'll go where the loudest ones tell me to
My anxieties come without their names
So I try to find anything to blame
I can't afford for them to get any higher
If something makes the world a little clearer
I'll hold it to my heart, to my eyes, to my ears
I'll keep us out of the line of fire
My mind is for others to make up
Because I can't dare to hold my own trust
What's it like to trust yourself?
I have to put mine in something else
My mind is for others to make up
Because I can't dare to hold my own trust
What's it like to trust yourself?
I have to put mine in something else
My mind is for others to make up
Because I can't dare to hold my own trust
What's it like to trust yourself?
I have to put mine in something else