dormancy

Things hit hard, things sting
It’s hitting hard, and I’m staring
Things stay tucked below, but really I wince
You’re just not quick enough to notice it
Things hit me like a ton of fucking bricks
Things cut deeper than I will ever admit

We’re the kids so stoic standing in the mirrors
Wondering if we’ve become just what we’ve feared
They say the road to hell’s paved with good intentions
And that the devils is the part of yourself you haven’t accepted

I’d like to believe that I’ve only done what was right
But I’m too afraid that I’m a liar with no clue about life
Staring out this window gives me a constant feeling of dormancy
Like I’m this hollowed out kid faking his way without personality

This ride’s not smooth, the road is muddy
And when the sun burns out I’ll be there staring
You said “I’m still figuring out who I am and who I could be”
Here’s one for truth and two more for lying

I can’t seem to shake this persona fast enough
At night it’s the god’s honest truth I’m dreaming of
Tonight, I’ll make it through with muffled whispers and heavy chests
Sometimes it’s making it through the easy shit that’s the toughest

We’re the kids so stoic standing in the mirrors
Wondering if we’ve become just what we’ve feared
They say the road to hell’s paved with good intentions
And that the devils is the part of yourself you haven’t accepted

I’d like to believe that I’ve only done what was right
But I’m too afraid that I’m a liar with no clue about life
Staring out this window gives me a constant feeling of dormancy
Like I’m this hollowed out kid faking his way without personality