I'm a masochistic optimist scared of everything I'm up Against and I can't find solid ground with my head up in the clouds Sometimes I don't wanna be here but I'm looking for acceptance Searching for some common sense in a bundle of contradictions And when your life is spent coping with Living can you really call that living at all? And can you be sure that you have perspective While you're shielding your eyes from it all? So take me as I am/ And you can take my hand while I talk About the long run while I can barely stand/ And I'll make the best laid plans because this is who I am Just someone trying to make sense of what I don't understand It's like a stress test to have a normal conversation Too much anger and frustration at the surface And all that I am basing this is being subpar at relationships And the toll that this is taking is obvious And when you spend your life coping with Living can you really call that living at all? And can you make any progress with your back against the wall? I'm the sum of my experience, plus all the places that I've been I hope that's enough in the end Divided by the pain I feel, plus all the love that makes this real I hope that's enough in the end