Dennis Quaid

Do you think I could outrun my plans if I go as fast as I can?
Make use of my shaking hands so I can find the promise then
‘Cause so far, I’m a nervous wreck dressed up in my own delusions

I’m scared of what they’ll do when they find the truth
What’s under my skin, oh no
And I’m scared of what I’ll see when the darkness is lifted from me
And I’m fading out

I don’t know what it feels like to not be the proud owner of my tired eyes
I know I’m sick of the sunrise calling me out of my sleepless nights
And now I’m looking over my shoulder, making sure no one can see
That even my shadow, oh, is sick of following me

I’m scared of what they’ll do when they find the truth
What’s under my skin, oh no
And I’m scared of what I’ll see when the darkness is lifted from me
And I’m fading out

I’ll stand on the edge of this unforgiving precipice, I’ve made it my own therapist
Oh, screaming at my darkness
Why do these baseless songs don’t mean a thing?
My tired eyes still find ways to keep opening

And I’m scared of what they’ll do when they find the truth
What’s under my skin, oh no
And I’m scared of what I’ll see when the darkness is lifted from me
And I’m fading out

Embrace me in your light