I've spent a year trying to find myself
And I still haven't checked behind the couch
They say the hardest parts reversing
But I find ease in loosing ground
Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough
But my mind's filled with the same amount of optimism as doubt
I'm just a sum you'll never properly work out
The irony
In you'll find it in the last place you'll look
So I checked my old CDs because they always gave a ****
Follow a track list to a simplified time
Where my only crime
Was listening to songs about the devil and a realist life