Photos on the wall are framed and full of naive glee, or so I'm told It's harder to believe I was that carefree When I spend so much time distracted With focus lost to static By how I'm gonna salvage the time I've lost to panic And I don't know who you think I am But I'm not sure you understand I'm working on a better plan To swim till I reach land Memories we have, both good and bad, are laced with several biases And just as I am now, yeah I still freak out And I spend all my time distracted With focus lost to static By how I'm gonna salvage the time I've lost to panic And I don't know who you think I am But I'm not sure you understand I'm working on a better plan To swim till I reach land Is this who I am? So much time distracted With focus lost to static By how I'm gonna salvage the time I've lost to panic And I don't know who you think I am But I'm not sure you understand I'm working on a better plan To swim till I reach land