I wonder if sometimes I'm dying but don't know it
regret too much to leave and god knows how I show it
a rest in peace would be nice for one but
I'd kinda like to wake up again
feel too old to be just lying around like this
but too young for it all to end

nothing is beautiful
so why do I let it hurt
and doom myself to fail
and never forget it?

would my life be better if I thought of love as more than a device?
everyone else seems to say it's the greatest thing but I've tried it out twice
nobody's perfect and we'll always make mistakes
but if the car you drove had a body count you wouldn't cut the brakes

shallowness is a humble trait, it allows one to adapt
when nothing holds the mind together, the body's never trapped
to be a canvas of personality would probably solve half my problems
but then I'd lose my identity and that would bring a few more on

something has lost the will to stay subsided
hold it inside my skin or be divided

how come I can't figure out what matters more? am I losing my depth?
a love I never want or a stateless state to keep me from early death?
I don't know what you think of me, and I don't think you should
but if you threw me in the driver's seat, we'd both be gone for good

I wish the moon could be a replacement for the sun
adjust to darkness or collapse into a gun
it's fun to wonder, like this is just a playground
like the night ain't deadly, where people are told to stay down
I wish I was more than what I have been given
but no projections makes it hard to be so driven
I wish I could be full grown and tower over fear
I wish I could be full blown and "pro-tag" out of here

and if we all started bleeding out of our eyes would we wonder why the world looked like the inside of an almost-beating heart, or just try to blink it away?
and if we all got heat stroke would we notice things were wrong?
or would we brush it off, like we always do, and keep walking along?