Bad Books - Supposed To Be Lyrics

I'm waiting for a word to feel different from the others I've heard
I'm tired of my voice but I'm bound to it, these are my choices
It's endless, this debate
The misapplied philosophy, the shadows in the cave

The two dogs at my feet
And I decide which one will die who starves and who eats
The more I sit and stare they look the same to me
They offer up a bleeding question in their teeth
And I'm surprised when it's my voice that speaks

What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now

And it's quiet, and I'm alone
And indifferent to the things I can know
I've exhausted my interest
In the contradicting plates in me the struggling shift
And I'm sorry for the mess, to you for sure, or even more, myself most I guess

See the once the bells that rang throughout my hanger head
They caution me awake
We thought that you were dead
Go testify your fundamental need

What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now
What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now

Pirouette the waltz across the tight
We'll tie a dream that pulls that asked to colonize your mind
The life you want, the life you likely need

What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now
What am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be now
Now that I can see, what I'm supposed to be now