I can't see through this transparency
But I guess I've been wrong about everything
So should I lie, or dumb myself down to feel okay?
Or do I phone it in awhile until the feeling goes away?
I'm on the outside looking in
And I don't see you again
You know exactly where I've been
Becoming self-aware
Becoming self-aware
I'm thinking
I half believe that I don't care anymore
Walking like an old man, but feeling immature
We've learned we won't agree on anything
The line drawn in the sand
Rethinking where I'm standing now
And if I'll ever stand a chance
I know, I know
I could call this home
But I don't want to make this awkward
I won't. I know
I could call this home
But I don't want to make this awkward anymore