I gotta be the next one, I got to be
I left a letter last fall under the sink
I think I'm in denial, I think I'm not safe
The way I dramatize all this in my brain
I fell in love with something but I hate it today
I feel like this since last month, I'm not sure what to feel
I haven't been the same, and the mess will rise up
It doesn't feel the same
I'm scared to be the last one, scared of the sea
If I'm to be the last one, then I won't be me
I'd rather be the dead one, I'd rather leave
I got to be the next one to live the dream
Just doesn't feel the same
At the right moment
There's got to be a change
If this lasts too long then I'll roam, and who knows in which way?
Its alright to be lost and down or just lost now and then
I gotta be the fast one, I really need to be that one person that contemplates
I better become something inspiring
I'm now about to break stuff, about to rage
Just doesn't feel the same
And this mess will rise up
This doesn't feel the same