face the day it s hard to say exactly what is bugging me arbitrary doubt and lethargy only increases clout probably and maybe always words that stumble from my mouth i just blink and wait until i find my care maybe if i tried i d probably get somewhere it s no surprise that i have a fickle future wondering why i always hide under my sheets drowning in sleeptime everybody talks mostly myself but i never listen caught between myself and what has been before i figure out exactly what to do and when i ve found the only honest route this guy is just way too hard to read maybe if i tried i d probably get somewhere it s no surprise that i have a fickle future wondering why i always hide under my sheets drowning in sleeptime i m wide awake now i m wide awake now toward escape now toward escape how i start to thinkin i start to thinkin and i start to blinkin i start to blinkin i finally realize