What did I expect? I pushed back for a while Cracked wide open, hoping that someone would notice It looks easy, I know But by now I expected to grow out of constant discomfort To move on from the mindsets that fueled my teenage failures It's the tag on the back of my neck This is the third time this week I've woken up past sunset It's the voice in my head That tells me, "Everything is okay Go back to bed" This is the third time this year I've lost an old friend It's the apology that I feel is best left unsaid This isn't living anymore This is floating in uncertainty A vacuous mediocrity A hope that no one else will see What I, alone, have done to me I'm over it I'm over it I deserve more than this I'm over it