I'm faded
I'm calling you out this time
I'm so f*cked up
I don't have the time
To reassess
I make a mess
Out of every simple situation
I can't fight the contemplation
I'm so fed up with the bullshit
The window of opportunity closes
I'm left hanging in the balance
Between what feels right and what's convenient
What's convenient
(I'm hanging in the balance)
I felt the wind blow
From a place i was comfortable
Did we have to get comfortable?
Because out of my comfort zone
Is something of the unknown
Is there something that i don't know?