So burn this city to the ground and run,
Set sail for everything we ever loved.
Living for sleepless nights under these moonless skies.
These were just my best intentions.
Never understood the consequence,
I'm losing touch with everything and everyone I used to trust.

My mind has seen too much change,
I'm growing up too fast and I'm deep in over my head.
I'm breaking down living up to expectations and directions too hard to comprehend.

I've been in such a fucking rut.
And this feeling in my gut's enough to knock me out, and tear me down.
But I'm forced to carry on.
Because in the end I'm selfishly driven by the feel of things.
Am I losing touch with everything and everyone I used to trust?
(Everything and everyone I used to trust)

My mind has seen too much change,
I'm growing up too fast and I'm deep in over my head
I'm breaking down living up to expectations and directions too hard to comprehend.

The words that I live by are losing their touch
I guess that's what I get for thinking too much
And nothing has ever gone as I expected.

I kept my chin up when this was pulling me down.
I kept my chin up and that's what kept me alive.