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I’ve lived more than a lifetime
in my head
Waiting for the spark to come
But feel alone instead
Was fishing for my destiny
In a pond of false reality
The latest catch
A tightness in my chest
My fingertips are
numb to the touch
What should I make of this
It’s all a bit too much
Won’t you pour me a distraction
Can you top me up
No these rosy glasses
aren’t enough
Now I’m no stranger to anxiety
He usually keeps me company
Right before I sleep
Always asking what I’m doing
Who should I be
Where I’m going
And I can never answer honestly
My fingertips are numb
to the touch
What should I make of this
It’s all a bit too much
Won’t you pour me a distraction
Can you top me up
No these rosy glasses
aren’t enough
Sometimes I might agree
To Friday night philosophy
Rehearse the lines
Get ready for the show
Sometimes I roll the dice
Pray for a lucky strike
But will it bring me more
Than painted gold
My fingertips are numb
to the touch
What should I make of this
It’s all a bit too much
Won’t you pour me a distraction
Can you top me up
No these rosy glasses
aren’t enough