Deadlines (Thoughtful)

I am not awake

I am not asleep

I am not so shallow

I am not that deep

Do you wanna dance?

Someone shut the door

On the losing side

Of some sort of war

He said, "I'd like to do this for a living

But I don't know how"

Why would all the commercials

Sleep in our beliefs

There was a predestined set of symbols

Taking in the place of Prom Queen crown in the background

Stepping out in front, a pair of Vans took me to your place

Your eyes help me

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

No long reflection

Swearing all I see is you

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

(I think I'm on to something)

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

(Shut up)

(Shut the fu-)

Old compassion

It's transforming me into

(Shut, shut up)

(Hey)