I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
and I was scared of the way I look now
I knew the only thought my mind, my eyes
please don't believe in me
I don't wanna let you down

and I'm convinced it only rains in New York
and I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
a room full of empty people
regretting every time that they inhale

and I wanted to write one perfect song
to make you cry in your sleep
kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams
to let you know I'm watching
and making sure it turns out alright
it'll be alright
I guess I wanted to make you feel something
I wanted to make you feel everything

and you may call me a protest singer
but I'm only protesting myself
I don't believe in beautiful people
and I don't believe in me
I wonder what it's like to be in between

can you hear me?
can you hear me?
you may call me a protest singer
(can you hear me?)
but I'm only protesting myself
and you may call me a protest singer
but I'm only protesting myself