Rod Beck

So I woke up this morning with this weird feeling

And it was kind of like I was not really myself anymore

So I ran to the mirror and it was still me

That same cynical, doubtful, unshaven, dirty look

Unshaven, dirty

Look, I don't know what's wrong with me, I mean

I've been trying to figure it out for some time now

Talkin' to people about it

It's kind of hard to explain

I mean it's kind of like a lack of excitement about anything, hm

Maybe I need to address these issues with someone who is a professional

Maybe I need to say that I wish you would leave me alone, this is personal

The other night I just think I was pissed when you told me you thought I had lost control

Maybe I need to address these issues with someone who is a professional

I don't know, maybe it's just a phase or something

I'm just going to get through or get over

Maybe I'm just jaded for the time being

You know, just desensitized from growing up in a time when, you know

I was barraged with action movies and video games and

Overblown media hype, scandals and exposes

And the line between reality and fiction completely blurred, you know?

Professional, professional, professional, professional

It's almost like my eyes are the lenses of a camera

And I'm watching everything happen around me

I've grown so accustomed to looking at things from afar

In this weird kind of detached third person sort of way

That I find myself waiting for things to happen to me in my life

And then all of a sudden I've come to this incredible understanding

That my life is happening as all this is occurring

As I'm waiting my life is happening, this is my life

And it's a little bit upsetting

Go, go