Misbehave

I’m a masochistic optimist scared of everything I’m up
against and I can’t find solid ground with my head up in the clouds
Sometimes I don’t wanna be here but I’m looking for acceptance
Searching for some common sense in a bundle of contradictions
And when your life is spent coping with
living can you really call that living at all?
And can you be sure that you have perspective
while you’re shielding your eyes from it all?
So take me as I am/
And you can take my hand while I talk
about the long run while I can barely stand/
And I’ll make the best laid plans because this is who I am
Just someone trying to make sense of what I don’t understand
It’s like a stress test to have a normal conversation
Too much anger and frustration at the surface
And all that I am basing this is being subpar at relationships
And the toll that this is taking is obvious
And when you spend your life coping with
living can you really call that living at all?
And can you make any progress with your back against the wall?
I’m the sum of my experience, plus all the places that I’ve been
I hope that’s enough in the end
Divided by the pain I feel, plus all the love that makes this real
I hope that’s enough in the end