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