Stuck my head out the window
Or in this case the ceiling
I wish I had the perfect for this imperfect feeling
All my life I was told to “look after yourself”
All my life I have felt like im somebody else

Put my foot on the pedal
Fired up the vestibule
Wasted days doing what other kids said was cool
Can’t tell if I’m scared or if I’m excited
I just want to be myself and I’m so tired of hiding
I just want to be myself and I’m so tired of hiding
I just want to be myself and I’m so tired of hiding

When I wake up yeah I don’t feel like I slept
Every secret that I’m keepin is a secret best kept
Wastin so much time being somewhere I’m not
Never gettin into shit always scared of being caught

There’s a hand on my throat and it’s stronger than Gods
And some days im ready to give up what I’ve got
But right when I feel that hand start to tighten
I remember all the birds I hear singing in the morning
And I fight with my muscles and I push them away
And I stand up tall like the birds I say
La la la la la la la la la

If Everything is nothing
Then I guess I got everything

I just want to be myself and I’m so tired of hiding