A Conversation About Identity

Laying up at night No concept of myself I'm lost inside my head You're lost inside, as well I'm breathing in fresh air On my grandparents' front porch While you're laying in the grass Or you're staring at the floor And anxious like I am I'm panicking again 'Cause I'm losing touch with all The people I call friends You're losing in a staring contest With whatever's in your mirror You are me and I am you But we're not one and I'm inferior I'm three beers past five too many I'm two bowls past too high I'm one forehead kiss away From falling asleep when I realize That my whole life is up in the air My heart is out on a tightrope And my mind is so unaware That the safety net was cut a long time ago So why should I remember When good times come around If the deafening silence of anxiety Will drown out the prettiest sounds At the bottom of a riverbed My nightmares are coming on They feel like my favorite song If I didn't know the words whenever it came on