Deadlines (Thoughtful)

I am not awake I am not asleep I am not so shallow I am not that deep Do you wanna dance? Someone shut the door On the losing side Of some sort of war He said, "I'd like to do this for a living But I don't know how" Why would all the commercials Sleeping on a leash There was a predestined set of symbols Taking in to place of Prom Queen crown in the background Stepping out in front, a pair of Vans took me to your place Your eyes help me Old compassion It's transforming me into Old compassion It's transforming me into No more reflection Swearing all I see is you Old compassion It's transforming me into Old compassion It's transforming me into Old compassion It's transforming me into (I think I'm on to something) Old compassion It's transforming me into (Shut up) (Shut the fu-) Old compassion It's transforming me into (Shut, shut up) (Hey)