Believer

I exist in one of two places

One where I am, and one where you are

I always said I would die a believer, and believing in dreaming has worked so far

I think a lot about being somebody

Where the things that I want, I can have

But the problem with being a die-hard believer

Is that the truth isn't always so bad

And I feel like I'm staring down the barrel of a shotgun

When I let it all out, let my guard down, let it all out

I feel like I'm walking on a four-mile tightrope and the only way out of here is down