State of Mine

I've built and burned down bridges

Pleaded for forgiveness

I've made an empty bed a home

God knows I've rushed decisions thanks to my inhibition

By thirty thought it would be gone

And I tip toe on a tightrope with my eyes closed

'Cause I don’t know how to fly

In this state of mine

There's a blurry line

Between lows and highs

And the wrongs and rights

In this state of mine

The way my brain is wired

I'd make a great screen writer

I'd come up with the wildest shit

And last week I thought I was dying

That's me catastrophizing

A hyper hypochondriac

So I tip toe on a tightrope with my eyes closed

'Cause I don’t know how to fly

In this state of mine

There's a blurry line

Between lows and highs

And the wrongs and rights

In this state of mine

In this state of mine

In this state of mine