Braden Bales - Chronically cautious

Again, we'll beg for the smallest part, I know it's not
Enough to change what's been going on, but it's all I got
I misjudge and switch up, from target to target
Miscalculate what it is that I want
Swimming in circles, in search of substance
In shallow waters, it didn't mean nothing
How can an optimist be cynical?
So if I'm honest
I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this
Overloaded serial stressor, I'm sitting nauseous
Panic on a loop in my head, I'm chronically cautious
How can I get off this?
To keep it simple
I think I've been willingly following every impulse
Picturing a future, then tossing it out the window
Suffocate the fire I started right when it kindles
Passionate but fickle
The source of my serotonin is only digital
'Cause my reality's fading, I guess it's typical
Can switch back, it's mismatched in dopamine
Get whiplash, it hits fast, controlling me
Swerving in silence, I'm all alone
In traffic, I'm trapped and I can't find home
I'm an optimist who's cynical
(Now that's fucking miserable)
So if I'm honest
I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this
Overloaded serial stressor, I'm sitting nauseous
Panic on a loop in my head, I'm chronically cautious
How can I get off this?
To keep it simple
I think I've been willingly following every impulse
Picturing a future, then tossing it out the window
Suffocate the fire I started right when it kindles
Passionate but fickle