Making My Bed

When did you lose all your hue? You're looking down
Portrait of a poet, or a birthday clown
Nobody better get their hopes up for me now
If you love me, I can only let you down

I pass my time by getting high and laying back
And kill my self-esteem looking at Instagram
Whatever may, just to decay, I can't think that
Sometimes I swear, it really feels that bad

And I can't help but worry that
You are the best that I'll get
It's a thought that I have yet to make peace with, yeah
And I know it's not too late
My heart can heal and make it pray
And I can learn from my mistakes, I want to

Where did you lose all your hue? You're looking grey
Your boat is slowly sinking, yet you choose to stay
And my biggest fear is so ugly, I just shouldn't say
My peak in life might not be worth the wait

And I can't help but worry that
I've been the best that I'll be
I thought for sure that I would know, not got there
And the signs I can't ignore, I get a glimpse of something more
But for now, I'm at a wall, and I'm so scared

And I rushed over in the night, but you weren't there
And I'm crying to the world, but they don't care
If there's a place I gotta be, I don't know where