To find one's self

To find one's self (without poise)

Remember when we were young?

I'd give anything to go back to those days

When we were careless with the confirmation

From the outside that life's a luxury

And, this is what I started with

Now I feel like a ghost of a total stranger

Insecure, capricious, and reductive, oh I'm a hat trick

Nothing more and nothing less

Isn't that fortunate? (Nothing more and nothing less)

We recourse (we recourse)

I'm not familiar with family

Wе recourse (we rеcourse)

I'm not in love with love nor honesty

How can someone so young sing words so sad?

Age impedes the path of purity (of purity)

A spitting image of my former self

These words were left unsaid

While we're being lead with all eyes closed

Like we're the living dead

And when offered gifts of empty promises

Complicit we all accept, but that's expected (but that's expected)

(A spitting image of my former self)

Maybe I never really knew anyone

Because I'm looking for an advocate, an adversary

And a show hands

Through this therapy I've identified what's lost in me

I no longer know who i am. (Am I a ghost?)

Because, i outgrew all I knew