Wake up, fall asleep
Same thing on repeat
Just a muted echo
This never ending
Though i am free
Still won't guarantee
This American dream
Will make me happy
When i look in the mirror
An open door to the deeper
This skin i am buried in
Tell me my name again
Just a face in the mirror
And it's not getting better
Till it occurred to me
I'm as young as I'll ever be
Is this all these hands will ever hold?
Is it enough to fill my grave?
I keep begging for the answers
But in the glass they will remain
I'm so sick of trying
Is this living or dying
I can't fake it anymore
It's not getting better
I'm not getting better
When i look in the mirror
An open door to the deeper
This skin i am buried in
Tell me my name again
Just a face in the mirror
And it's not getting better
Till it occurred to me
I'm as young as I'll ever be
I'm as young as I'll ever be
I can't help but thinking
At some point
It doesn't matter
And God can sweep the rug out from under you whenever he wants
