I don't know what I want. I don't want anything   I don't know who I am, but I know who I should be   I know It isn't 5AM -- it's probably closer to three   If this was even real, wouldn't I be hungry?      I stay intrigued yet underwhelmed   At the prospect of a new beginning   But I've learned it doesn't help   Cause every time I've moved I've stayed the same      But like a moth to a lamp that it thinks is a flame   Which in turn it believes to be the sun   I delude myself into thinking    That each ensuing time will be the one   So I go back and forth    From south to north   The cycle is never done   And I'm worried sick   So I'm up all night   Until the morning finally comes      I don't know what I want. I don't want anything   I don't know who I am, but I know who I should be   I know It isn't 5AM -- it's probably closer to three   If this was even real, wouldn't I be hungry?      Acceptance is a lonely place   To waste part of your life   And reluctance strummed on dull steel strings   Is a 6-1-4-1-5   And recently the frequency with which I stay inside   Has increasingly described the way in which I spend my time      I can feel it coming back, I can feel it when I walk   And I know in how I think, the way it colors all my thoughts   I can feel it weigh me down I can feel it through my teeth   I can see it in my future, so it doesn't let me sleep   I don't know what I want I don't want anything   But I'm tired of these songs where I promise not to be   A self indulgent mess, a redundant tragedy   But I keep on coming back to who I promise isn't me