finding me

I wonder when i will be comfortable being me
in these clothes these shoes these hats
i still don't know where my soul is at
trying to find it my pocket next to guitar pics
and loose change
and your number
and i wonder where it could be
i want to find you but less than i want to find me
i want someone to wake up to but not more than i want
something to wake up for
im not depressed or sad im just
looking for myself and
it seems i'm look behind wrong doors
i keep running into dead ends and dead beats
who try to do nothing but distract me from
finding me
and thats what i need
i need to hold me until morning and love that i wake up with me in my bed
i need to stair at myself in the mirror and like what i see
i need to find
me