Call it what you want. Is it a golden age, or just everybody seeing what they want? Oh, it’s hard to say. Yeah I was thinking maybe I was born to be a smaller flame. Might light the path of fewer men but keeps the fear at bay. Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid
I once had my hands on a heart that beat, with every breath I’d breathe, so consistently. Now I have got my hands on a heart that bleeds, I got a heart that leaks, so uncontrollably
I know you’re probably tired of all the jokes I tell. I know you’ve heard ’em all a million times, and they don’t age well. If you wanna know the truth, sometimes I tire of them myself. If you wanna know the truth, I fear I dried the well when I could not be someone else. And now to pay for all my sins, I’ll never make you laugh again
I’m begging you to know me, I’m begging you to figure me out. Are you brave enough to love me? Are you smart enough to have your doubts? I’m begging you to know me, but I’m always wishing I was someone else. Can you make an honest man of the kind of liar that deludes himself? I’m begging you to know me, I’m begging you to figure me out. And when the panic motivates me, are you strong enough to hold me down? Are you strong enough to hold me down?
Because I heard the devil say my name out loud, and now he’s never gonna let me out