Wake up, fall asleep

Same thing on repeat

Just a muted echo

This never ending

Though i am free

Still won't guarantee

This American dream

Will make me happy



When i look in the mirror

An open door to the deeper

This skin i am buried in

Tell me my name again

Just a face in the mirror

And it's not getting better

Till it occurred to me

I'm as young as I'll ever be



Is this all these hands will ever hold?

Is it enough to fill my grave?

I keep begging for the answers

But in the glass they will remain

I'm so sick of trying



Is this living or dying

I can't fake it anymore

It's not getting better

I'm not getting better



When i look in the mirror

An open door to the deeper

This skin i am buried in

Tell me my name again

Just a face in the mirror

And it's not getting better

Till it occurred to me

I'm as young as I'll ever be



I'm as young as I'll ever be



I can't help but thinking

At some point

It doesn't matter

And God can sweep the rug out from under you whenever he wants