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