I'm tryin' to reconcile
The differences between
Who I am
And who I was
And who I wished that I could be
Boil it all down to a list of pros and cons
And hope it means I'm better off

Draw the line right down the center
Separating shades of grey
Find identifying factors
Clear the rest out of the way
Or bring an arsenal of mantras
Mass-produced to keep us quiet
Keep us calm

I can't recall a time when I ever was content
Now I realize the fault was all my own
And now I am exhausted
And I wish that I could find my way back home

It's getting harder to deny
The photographic evidence
I didn't know that I could smile that wide
In blissful innocence
It's so different from the grin
That I now forge upon my face
Like a signature that clearly is a fake

Now I consider my reflection
Someone I don't recognize
Skin and bones in worker's clothes
Yellow teeth
And tired eyes
A nostalgic, sentimental fool
Losing his mind in his own wake

I silenced my own pulse
Took the pictures off the wall
And convinced myself
I'm better off alone
But now I am exhausted
And I wish that I could find my way back home

I was looking too far forward
What I thought was still ahead?
And I never once stopped to appreciate
I would do most anything to try again
But I know it's much too late
And I can't recall a time when I ever was content
Now I realize the fault was all my own
And now I am exhausted
And I wish that I could find my way back home