I want things to be simple
That doesn't mean it should be easy
I'm fine with the good and bad times
I just want my life in a straight line
I want things to be ready
I'm not exactly sure what that means
If things are going the way they are
Maybe the one who's not ready is me
I'm tired of being nervous
Losing eye contact endlessly
Fake confidence is lonesome
And I guess that lonesome is me
I'm tired of being tired
I wake up and wanna go back to sleep
Maybe that's because when I'm awake I wanna go back to where I'm living the dream
It's a fallacy
It's a fallacy