Lyrics: Facing my fears is quite easy, I put my head in the sand Dissecting my pride gets tricky, even with paper and pen I really should find a hobby, I've got too much time on my hands I didn't start my story, but I overthink how it ends ‎ The new, the borrowed Awaiting, tomorrow First look, seems right Lay low, I might ‎ Is it over yet? Is it over yet? ‎ Hating myself is quite petty, I make a scene in my head Revealing my flaws is messy, they leave fingerprints in my bed I do worry about money, can I even afford rent? I'd rather stay hungry, than overfeed the resent ‎ The old, the sorrow Gets through, like an arrow Same nerve, clean bite Break down, I might ‎ Is it over yet? Is it over yet? ‎ The new, the borrowed Awaiting, tomorrow First look, seems right Lay low, I might ‎ The old, the sorrow Gets through, like an arrow Same nerve, clean bite Break down, I might ‎ Is it over yet? (Oh I like tomorrow) (First look, seems right) Is it over yet? (Lay low, I might) Is it over yet? Is it over yet? Is it over yet? (Oh I like tomorrow) (First look, seems right) Is it over yet? (Lay low, I might) Is it over yet? Is it over yet?more

Lyrics: I cross the threshold of your place You're standing tall, facing my way A cosmic sign I will misplace Two paths collide, come what may
 ‎ We toast to the moment, a room intoxicated You hand me your phone, say we should stay connected I type out my name, overstimulated Didn't expect to feel captivated ‎ You're not on my team and I won't care for yours Behave like a jerk, I'm still keeping score You're so pretentious and somehow polite You're not even close, close to my type ‎ Off-track Off-track Off-track Off-track Off-track Off-track ‎ You saw me years ago in some forgotten space Describe what I was wearing, the time, the day It never registered to me, I don't know what to say You smile like my memory went to waste ‎ For three days straight, we grabbed a drink I haven't slept, no longer think I meet your friends, I (think) I sink It's harmless on your end, I'm on the brink ‎ You're not on my team and I won't care for yours Behave like a jerk, I'm still keeping score You're so pretentious and somehow polite You're not even close, close to my type ‎ You don't swing both ways (ta-da-la-la) It's that kind of joke? (ta-da-la-la) You're way too straight and a little too broke You're charming for sport (ta-da-la-la) Then cold by design (ta-da-la-la) You're not getting out, getting out of my mind ‎ You're not on my team and I won't care for yours Behave like a jerk, I'm still keeping score You're so pretentious and somehow polite You're not even close, close to my type ‎ You don't swing both ways (ta-da-la-la) It's that kind of joke? (ta-da-la-la) You're way too straight and a little too broke You're charming for sport (ta-da-la-la) Then cold by design (ta-da-la-la) You're not getting out, getting out of my mind ‎ Off-track Off-track Off-track Off-track ‎ Off-track Off-track Off-track Off-track ‎ Off-track Off-track Off-track Off-trackmore