Don't want to believe The lies you're telling yourself It happened again You wait for a ride Your shift was over at 5 You just like hanging around "Old and getting older" You say to yourself Well who calls you out when you're wrong? Say you're looking tired As you stretch and yawn But you liked it that way all along Stay locked in the house But then at night you go out The autumn moon on the lake You reminisce innocence When you were only a kid Wonder how much you can take Feeling lost but you'd rather stay where you are, You say "I've got my feet on the ground" Seems like you prefer to just keep to yourself But how do you expect to be found?