Lyric

Woke up with a plan, ready to ignite

But "meh, whatever" beat me to the light

Passion caught a cold, didn't last three days

And my excuses are the ones getting all the praise

"Perfect" is a place I’ll never find

So I hop off the train, leaving dreams behind

"Not for me"—that magic spell I cast

How many times do I have to make it last?

Watching others go, running for the prize

"Wow, amazing!"—then I hide my eyes

I’ve got a gift, a talent you see

I’m a master at quitting, naturally

Welcome to the "Half-Hearted" club, population: me

Left my dreams behind, somewhere I can’t see

Hate, hate, hate—I can’t stand who I am

But I’m still here, eating my toast and jam

I’m the CEO of the "Half-Hearted" life

Giving 100%? Not today, no strife

Can’t stand tall, so I’ll just smile and say

Maybe "good enough" is okay today

"I can still do it"—a phrase brand new

Kept in the box, never coming through

I’m weighing the regret of things I didn't do

Against the sweet safety of just sitting through

Before I take a step, I’ve already fell

Expert at the fear, I know it all too well

If it doesn't start, well, it can’t ever end

I guess that’s a talent on which I can depend

Pathetic as it gets, yeah, I own the shame

But I’ve learned to play the "I don't care" game

Flying steady at the lowest point of flight

Give me a gold star for keeping it upright

The "Half-Hearted" skies, yeah, it’s sunny again

I’m a first-class pro at feeling regret—amen!

Hate, hate, hate—but we’re tied at the waist

Can’t cut the cord, no matter the haste

"Half-Hearted" gang, let’s all gather ‘round

Don’t plan on changing, keeping my feet on the ground

No big promises, just taking it slow

Is this vibe "wrong"? Who wants to know?

"Half-Hearted" living, but deep down inside

I know there’s a flicker I can’t keep denied

Deep beneath the habits of quitting so fast

A tiny little fire is built to last

"Half-Hearted" comfort, feels pretty good

I don't need to stand tall like they say that I should

Laughing through the mess, being imperfectly free

Maybe "this" is the right way for someone like me

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