Utopia - Intellectual

When I lose my phone

I’m gonna ask you for help

But if your version of help is asking me where I lost it

Well that isn’t much help and I’d rather you just shut it

I’ve been on the run

Not sure what from

I’ve convinced myself that it’s somebody else

While I’m behind the gun

It hasn’t been fun

But don’t pity me for long

‘Cause while I’m still younger I’ll wanna be older

But once I grow older, I’ll wanna be young again

(Damn) Am I losing it?

It gets colder in the winter when everything dies

But spring’s right around the cornеr to set things right

I’ve been lookin’ for a sign to tell mе I’m fine

But I feel like even if I got it I would ignore it

I just went out with some friends, had the time of my life

Came back home and in a minute I started to cry

There was no good reason, no reason why

I’m told I’m not alone but it feels like a lie

Imagine in a world where I didn’t reach that point

Imagine in a world where I wouldn’t lose my mind

My utopia (ooh-ooh)

When I feel alone

I’m gonna ask for advice

But if that advice tells me to just cheer up and smile

Well, that’s horrible advice

Yes, it’s shallow and it’s vile

I wanna reach out, but also protect myself

I like to think I’m an open book but it’s on the highest shelf

Until you throw me away

My utopia is where I will stay

It gets colder in the winter when everything dies

But spring’s right around the corner to set things right

I’ve been lookin’ for a sign to tell me I’m fine

But I feel like even if I got it I would ignore it

I just went out with some friends, had the time of my life

Came back home and in a minute I started to cry

There was no good reason, no reason why

I’m told I’m not alone but it feels like a lie

(Feels like a lie)

(I’ve been on the run, not sure what from)

(Imagine in a world where I wouldn’t lose my mind)

I understand I’ll be alright

Future me is thriving

Younger me is dreaming

Now, I’ll stay the middleman

Tired, restless, heaving

How is it possible to be low on time but feel so bored?

I need a place to go for when I scream for help where I’m not ignored

I’ll write a lyric or two

I’ll do my best to describe it to you

It’s a place where I go to when I’ve given up

It’s a place where it’s not a burden to love

My utopia

My utopia (ooh-ooh)