I'm Just Sippin' On Monster, Thinkin' About Life - Hightide Hotel

I can only imagine how this must look to you:

Thin as a rail, frail, pale, and moving at a snail’s pace across a crowded room.

Stuttering and soaked in sweat

I swallow all of my regrets while I bite my tongue

For all the things that I’ve never done or that I thought but never said

Some people make an art of watching life pass by

Not me, I watch the watchers, I’m that far behind

With so much time and effort growing up

You’d think I’d take the time to grow a spine

You would think I would’ve at least fucking tried

I can only imagine how all of this must sound:

Mumbled and jumbled words stumbling

Tumbling from my awkward, clumsy, and bumbling mouth

Thoughts forcing themselves out in words, composing incomplete sentences

There is no sense to it

They’re likely better left unheard

Some make a science out of keeping their heads down but I’ve one-up on them,

because mine’s buried underground

With so much thought put into what’s been said

Its likely best if I don’t make a sound

I’m better off fading right into the background

It’s not about self-doubt or deprecation

It’s more about knowing my limitations

And learning how to crawl between all my destinations

And learning to be patient about my frustrations