Twelve A.M. Monday night
Skipping sleep, don't feel right
Naturally i get asked why
Approach this indirectly cause boys don't cry
Not much i want to say about me
I'm not worth many words at all
Planes they call, I say wait
Passing boats know my name
Naturally i want the best for my sake
But, nothing's for sure, work shares half with fate
Don't take well to inner conflict
One like this splits my head in two
Flip a coin on its side
Mirror mirror tell me why
Destiny is so unclear
She speaks in tongues
But not in mine
I live to tire
I'm ran around
Dumpster fire lost and found
Young naivety in the flesh
Only lies pick up my mess
I'm keeping it cool, calm, and collected
I try to not stress it
But there are some days
That don't feel so blessed
So I start depressing
But stress can be bested
I'm not to be messed with
I'm keeping it cool, calm, and collected
I try not to stress it
But there are some days
That don't feel so blessed
So I start depressing
But stress can be bested
But stress can be bested
I'm not to be messed with
