Mental Reservation - Goggles

my mother said all this could be your world
I think that I laughed but deep inside it hurt
one empty jar well this is all I found
everything was blurred I couldn’t see the ground
no sound
rebound
don’t turn around

and I notice I’m not doing great
but surely it is much too late
to dive down for a new mistake
don’t you know

my father says how could this be your dream
it’s hard to tell
I’m full of self-esteem
I hear his words it’s not that I don’t care
I guess he’s right I’m running out of air
unfair
I’m scared
I can’t go anywhere

and I notice I’m not doing great
but surely it is much too late
to dive down for a new mistake
don’t you know

I notice I’m not doing bad