My subconscious keeps me honest
It knows just who I am.
It knows my darkest secrets,
It knows my whole life plan.

Sometimes in dreams it tells me
The things that I forget
The things I have left behind,
The things I wait for yet.

I guess at times I've divorced myself
From the person that's inside.
From the flaws now hidden,
From the dreams I hide.

But my subconscious wants me happy
And so I'll listen now
And so I'll feed subconscious
And so I'll make me proud