Lyrics atlas – a conversation about identity

Laying up at night
No concept of myself
I’m lost inside my head
You’re lost inside, as well

I’m breathing in fresh air
On my grandparents’ front porch
While you’re laying in the grass
Or you’re staring at the floor

And anxious like I am
I’m panicking again
‘Cause I’m losing touch with all
The people I call friends

You’re losing in a staring contest
With whatever’s in your mirror
You are me and I am you
But we’re not one and I’m inferior

I’m three beers past five too many
I’m two bowls past too high
I’m one forehead kiss away
From falling asleep when I realize

That my whole life is up in the air
My heart is out on a tightrope
And my mind is so unaware
That the safety net was cut a long time ago

So why should I remember
When good times come around
If the deafening silence of anxiety
Will drown out the prettiest sounds

At the bottom of a riverbed
My nightmares are coming on