Helpless melancholy

keep thinkin and dreamin
and pushin my luck
feels so strange to have a goal
it helps you walking
when you know where you're going to
but I just don't wanna leave it now

I used to kinda loved to
but now it just seems to be a void

I've dreamed fought for it and tried my best to make it
but now I just wanna wait
'til the good despite everything's tellin' me no
decides to show up

does it feel good to be a model man?
does it worry you to be alone?
do we lack all this independence?
why don't you tell me where am I wrong?

I've dreamed fought for it and tried my best to make it
but now I just wanna wait
'til the good
(despite everything's tellin me no)
decides to show up

keep drinkin and sniffin
and pushin my luck
feels so strange to have someone
you'll end up talkin
with someone you don't know
but they won't say where am I wrong