Maybe I'm a little bit tired
Maybe I'm a bit of an acquired taste
So I should just give up and retire
Because I'm catastrophizing about going insane

Maybe I'm a little bit tired

Maybe I'm a little bit tired
I'm tired of this losing game I'm in too deep
Lacking self-awareness is admired
Filtering perspective is a layman's game

I'm naive and completely uninspired

Maybe I'll be famous when I'm crazy
Because people like to feel sorry for creatives
Amygdala locks me out in a snowstorm
As I cry and tap upon the windowpane

Will I be able to move on?

Will I be able to move on?