I'm eating fast food frantically, outside of therapy Six minutes late, really six years late now As I try to figure out exactly what it means to be A better brother, son and friend To the people that trust me Struggling lately With even minor civilities Spinning my own wheels And feeling it seep out of me So now I lash out constantly, even my family Wires are crossed and "you're losing your grip now" "You've got to stop the way you're always looking back as if There's anything left to gain from the places that you've been" "Your skin is too thin" As if that's news to anyone You've got to understand That this isn't how I meant to be But if no one else Ever believed in me It'd be enough You'd be enough