I like to think that I've got shit worked out better than I used to
But I let myself get mixed up living through the day by day
I'm so tired, of finding love in absent people
Maybe I'm in over my head, I'm sinking

I can feel myself listening
Something's calling my name
Spent some time in the palace of my soul
Going Kamikaze

I guess I'm still working it out
Try to keep my head on straight
I guess I'm still working it out

Why does it seem like the future's closing in faster than it has been
Feels like I'm running in place still
'Cause I can't think clearly, something's in my way
What is going to free me from these tunnel vision eyes?