Middle of a stage

I've been working several months now
To make something of your praise
I don't know why I feel so rushed now
But I'm counting down the days
I can't really put this lightly
Maybe life was made like this to spite me
But I can't praise you
Cause you're a little bit too much like me

And
No one told me all my
Idols were just faking
All of it to seem more
Super can't I-can't I
Lie? There's no perfect
Guy. How upsetting!
I would at least just
Like a guide, but

There's no guide, and I
Still wanna praise
I feel like I'm in
The middle of a stage
The middle of a stage

And all around me, there are lights
They surround me like the night
Is this real? Is this life?
Is this what purgatory's like?

No one told me all my
Idols were just faking
All of it to seem more
Super can't I-can't I
Lie? There's no perfect
Guy. How upsetting!
I would at least just
Like a guide, but

But when you come
To a conclusion like that
It's like
You feel like you're on the wrong side. You know?
Um. But yeah, that's more recent
If you want to listen to something a little more...
Dated
I got this
I made it like a month after it happened
No point in not playing it
Here