Uncomfortably Aware

I’m uncomfortably aware of myself, and my failures
I’ve had my fair share of staring into mirrors
Uncomfortably aware of the way that I move myself
It’s a posture that wears you down

Here’s me: Or a silhouette, it’s hard to see
I’m a canvas, I’m the paint, but the source is faint
Can’t face the way I’m drawn, the way I’m placed
Hung up without grace, left to dry

So drag me through my mud, I’ll coat it with blood, and fear
To be (a bit) tenaciously sincere
Unwaveringly me

Unashamed, unfazed, still in the race
Hey poster boy, is that honestly your true face?
I’ll take some comfort, in knowing that it’s all a play
So play it well, and show, don’t tell

Drag me through my mud, I’ll coat it with blood, and fear
To be (a bit) tenaciously sincere
Unwaveringly me

I’ll coat it with blood, and fear
To be (a bit) tenaciously sincere
Unwaveringly me

I’m uncomfortably aware of myself, and my failures
I’ve had my fair share of staring into mirrors
Uncomfortably aware of the way that I move myself
It’s a posture that wears you down

I’m uncomfortably aware of myself, and my failures
I’ve had my fair share of staring into mirrors
Uncomfortably aware of the way that I move myself
It’s a posture that wears you down