Who cares If you're feeling like a fraud? I swear We're all somebody we're not I'm finally closer to content With this brain that I've got But it only takes a day to fuck up I'm so tired And sick of letting myself down Of running late when I leave the house And leaving when I should stick around Is it too late Once the feeling has been felt For real change? And this high standard doesn't help I can give out good advice But just not to myself It's like trying to kiss your own mouth I'm so tired And sick of letting myself down Of running late when I leave the house And leaving when I should stick around And at the end of a long day Spent looking at my phone I tell myself I'm productive As long as I don't Stay up too late tonight I won't But it's four in the morning and I'm tired And sick of letting myself down Of running late when I leave the house And leaving when I should stick around Now the sun's out As if it knew what I needed Something to feel without seeing Maybe this time I'll believe it