Letra de Forms

Maybe I'm a little bit tired Maybe I'm a bit of an acquired taste So I should just give up and retire Because I'm catastrophizing about going insane Maybe I'm a little bit tired Maybe I'm a little bit tired I'm tired of this losing game I'm in too deep Lacking self-awareness is admired Filtering perspective is a layman's game I'm naive and completely uninspired Maybe I'll be famous when I'm crazy Because people like to feel sorry for creatives Amygdala locks me out in a snowstorm As I cry and tap upon the windowpane Will I be able to move on? Will I be able to move on?