Lunacy
Imagine yourself
All dressed up from your head to your feet
A polyester jester adding heat to the meat
Trapped in a dungeon of alarms and bells
Minimum wage personnel in your personal hell
That's how I felt flipping burgers at Wendy's
I was 17, unskilled, but the work was steady
I had a girlfriend at the time, and she was more than ready
To accept me for who I was, and I'll never forget it
This how I looked, Teenage fry cook
Hairnet, beard net, fast food, Facebook
Shift after shift gray matter all stagnant
Always taking shit from lower middle management
I remember the time the oil burned me
Changed my whole life pain brought clarity
Nothing matches the rush that you get
When you look them in the eye and say I quit
That week I changed around all my classes
Applied myself and rocketed past passing
School was hard, so I had to make space
Had to break up with art, let science take its place
I left my heart behind
My brain gets paid, my soul goes blind
I left my heart behind
There's a man in the mirror but who am I
Who am I
Imagine standing on a balcony, way up high
Counting every single second til you make the big dive, or
Maybe just remember the moment you gave up
On everything that's concrete for something you love
That's how I feel a just a decade hence
A wicker spirit with a picket fence
Gone are the days of rollicking riff-raff
I forgot how good it feels to laugh
This is how I look now, fire all doused out
Outside big smile, inside sad frown
Day after day, gray matter gets depleted
The man in the mirror looks defeated
I remember the fire that I once had
Tell me please heart, how do I get it back
But I know it ain't over yet
I know it ain't over yet
Listen how the pendulum swings
Pausing at one side and back again
It's too late to turn around
Just close your eyes and enjoy the sound
How far do I need to go
To find myself to save my soul
What I what I find isn't worth saving
How Can I find myself if I keep changing
All dressed up from your head to your feet
A polyester jester adding heat to the meat
Trapped in a dungeon of alarms and bells
Minimum wage personnel in your personal hell
That's how I felt flipping burgers at Wendy's
I was 17, unskilled, but the work was steady
I had a girlfriend at the time, and she was more than ready
To accept me for who I was, and I'll never forget it
This how I looked, Teenage fry cook
Hairnet, beard net, fast food, Facebook
Shift after shift gray matter all stagnant
Always taking shit from lower middle management
I remember the time the oil burned me
Changed my whole life pain brought clarity
Nothing matches the rush that you get
When you look them in the eye and say I quit
That week I changed around all my classes
Applied myself and rocketed past passing
School was hard, so I had to make space
Had to break up with art, let science take its place
I left my heart behind
My brain gets paid, my soul goes blind
I left my heart behind
There's a man in the mirror but who am I
Who am I
Imagine standing on a balcony, way up high
Counting every single second til you make the big dive, or
Maybe just remember the moment you gave up
On everything that's concrete for something you love
That's how I feel a just a decade hence
A wicker spirit with a picket fence
Gone are the days of rollicking riff-raff
I forgot how good it feels to laugh
This is how I look now, fire all doused out
Outside big smile, inside sad frown
Day after day, gray matter gets depleted
The man in the mirror looks defeated
I remember the fire that I once had
Tell me please heart, how do I get it back
But I know it ain't over yet
I know it ain't over yet
Listen how the pendulum swings
Pausing at one side and back again
It's too late to turn around
Just close your eyes and enjoy the sound
How far do I need to go
To find myself to save my soul
What I what I find isn't worth saving
How Can I find myself if I keep changing
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Writer(s): Cory Huber
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