I don't know what I want. I don't want anything
I don't know who I am, but I know who I should be
I know It isn't 5AM -- it's probably closer to three
If this was even real, wouldn't I be hungry?

I stay intrigued yet underwhelmed
At the prospect of a new beginning
But I've learned it doesn't help
Cause every time I've moved I've stayed the same

But like a moth to a lamp that it thinks is a flame
Which in turn it believes to be the sun
I delude myself into thinking
That each ensuing time will be the one
So I go back and forth
From south to north
The cycle is never done
And I'm worried sick
So I'm up all night
Until the morning finally comes

I don't know what I want. I don't want anything
I don't know who I am, but I know who I should be
I know It isn't 5AM -- it's probably closer to three
If this was even real, wouldn't I be hungry?

Acceptance is a lonely place
To waste part of your life
And reluctance strummed on dull steel strings
Is a 6-1-4-1-5
And recently the frequency with which I stay inside
Has increasingly described the way in which I spend my time

I can feel it coming back, I can feel it when I walk
And I know in how I think, the way it colors all my thoughts
I can feel it weigh me down I can feel it through my teeth
I can see it in my future, so it doesn't let me sleep
I don't know what I want I don't want anything
But I'm tired of these songs where I promise not to be
A self indulgent mess, a redundant tragedy
But I keep on coming back to who I promise isn't me


Lyrics submitted by SisterCity

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