If I didn’t have my memories to look back through
I’d probably lose alota sleep pretending that I knew
How to wake up from being awake
In a dream
Where I’m tied to a stake
Made of the money I make
Held hostage looking down the barrel of a credit card
Wondering if I can get some happiness without regard
For all the people that without a choice, I’m connected to
In ways that I can feel, perception has to break on through
To the other-other side, waiting while thoughts collide
Or maybe the anxiety I’m feeling could just subside
Long enough to help me get my ducks in a row
Or start to systemize and categorize the things that I know
But the only reason that I organize should come as no surprise
The best-made plans are the plans you plan to improvise
This world only fits in my diaphanous harmonium
Because it’s made of chaos, entropy and pandemonium

Latent expectations, love, DNA and questions
The innocence of childhood and polemical suggestions
Clutch, to whichever one helps you feel alive
Living makes you numb to life, the longer you survive
But dying makes you grateful for the life that you possess
And since we contemplate mortality we get to make requests
Except they’re going through a lens that’s only partially ours
The collective sets the motives that are setting the bar
So if I pick up where my parents and society have left me
And run full steam at an undergraduate degree
Looking everywhere I go for traces of enjoyment
In the worse case scenario, I end up with employment
Huh, trade everything for second-rate security
Impurity, maturity and ubiquitous obscurity
Could be dreaming now but I’m sure I woke up yesterday
And even then I wouldn’t guarantee that it’s the only way

How do you wake up, from being awake?
Or find a way to pay the interest rate that it takes
To climb an existential slope that’s just a little too steep
Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually asleep

How do you wake up, from being awake?
Or find a way to pay the interest rate that it takes
To climb an existential slope that’s just a little too steep
Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually a-

How do you wake up, from being awake?
How do you wake up, from being awake?
How do you wake up, from being awake?
Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually asleep

How do you wake up, from being awake?
How do you wake up, from being awake?
How do you wake up, from being awake?
Maybe I’m not really awake, but I’m actually a-