hopelessly hopeful

staring eyes wide open

gazing into nothing

running in place again

going through the motions

in and out as the oceans

repeating

numb to the silence

to the absence of emotion

the sum of the script

nothing but a click in the rotation

yeah

sick of the peace of mind that goes along with keeping on

and i can't keep on keeping on inside

feels like i'm stuck here suspended at best underwhelming. what's wrong with me?

my conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

i'm hopelessly hopeful

that i'm not stuck here suspended in a world i pretended was right for me

for me

strung out on the same old

got an itch for something painful

to feel something real once

to remind myself it's not in my head

sick of the calm coinciding with sticking in and with the line

can't keep on keeping on and it all just

feels like i'm stuck here suspended at best underwhelming. what's wrong with me?

my conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

i'm hopelessly hopeful

that i'm not stuck here suspended in a world i pretended was right for me

for me

when i close my eyes

when i leave the light

inside it feels like i'm stuck here suspended at best underwhelming. what's wrong with me?

my conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

i'm hopelessly hopeful

that i'm not stuck here suspended in a world i pretended was right for me

for me