Have you ever tried to look into a mirror that has been fogged by steam?
Have you attempted to wipe it away only to be left with a distorted picture looking back at you?
Have you wanted to have clarity to see yourself, only to be left frustrated?
Has the haze left you muddled and groggy?

What does it take to clear up this barrier to see the real me?

the sky is fogged as is my head
hazy and blurred I cannot see what's ahead
what lies in the future and what's here in the present
tonight the moon won't be full, it will be nearly as empty as I; crescent

I've begun to think that maybe the fog is you
so long as you're in my head I will be dazed and confused it's true
I'm not sure what I'm saying I'm not sure what I'm doing
it's you it's you it's you it's you