Shut down the gold rush in my head
Because we're out of work.
I'm living proof of compromise,
"Be back in 10"
With no return.
I'm sick of being in Houston.
I'm sick of everything I've been around enough to get used to.

I'm proof of consequences
And exhausting common sense.
And I kill what I build,
My common myth's confidence.

I'm two-faced from your double exposure,
Stop right there, don't come any closer.

I wish I was royal but I'm not.

You've painted your future,
But I'm just not in the picture.
Maybe I missed the frame,
Maybe I'm seconds late, always late.

'Cause I work myself to death,
Don't believe me? Ask Geoff.
And I'm doing alright
But is "alright" enough?
Because I'm living my dreams,
But I live at home.
'Cause everything is on the down low
for now.

You won't like what you see,
So keep your eyes off of me,
I fell in love with everything
That wants nothing to do with me.
I know that there's no dealing with the way I'm feeling,
I'm so out of touch with everyone
And everything's a blur to me.