Braden Bales - Chronically cautious

Again, we'll beg for the smallest part, I know it's not

Enough to change what's been going on, but it's all I got

I misjudge and switch up, from target to target

Miscalculate what it is that I want

Swimming in circles, in search of substance

In shallow waters, it didn't mean nothing

How can an optimist be cynical?

So if I'm honest

I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this

Overloaded serial stressor, I'm sitting nauseous

Panic on a loop in my head, I'm chronically cautious

How can I get off this?

To keep it simple

I think I've been willingly following every impulse

Picturing a future, then tossing it out the window

Suffocate the fire I started right when it kindles

Passionate but fickle

The source of my serotonin is only digital

'Cause my reality's fading, I guess it's typical

Can switch back, it's mismatched in dopamine

Get whiplash, it hits fast, controlling me

Swerving in silence, I'm all alone

In traffic, I'm trapped and I can't find home

I'm an optimist who's cynical

(Now that's fucking miserable)

So if I'm honest

I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this

Overloaded serial stressor, I'm sitting nauseous

Panic on a loop in my head, I'm chronically cautious

How can I get off this?

To keep it simple

I think I've been willingly following every impulse

Picturing a future, then tossing it out the window

Suffocate the fire I started right when it kindles

Passionate but fickle