Hall Beach

My mother always told me about
 How my smile looks better with my teeth
 From six years on it sat at my bedside table
 For whatever occasion I might need
 A little pick me up, a little white mask to boost my self esteem
 I'm not afraid of death, but I'm sure as hell afraid of dying
 Is it traditional?
 Am I a fake?
 When I hold back a smile in attempt to change
 The existential doubt running through my brain
 If progress was measured by late nights and time
 That I spend away from my goddamn mind
 I guess you could say I'm doing alright
 My balance is the best it's ever been
 But I still find myself tripping up the stairs
 At least I'm not twisting, turning, tumbling down
 A few bruised ribs is all I can bear
 Got to rest up
 Take a few pills, get myself prepared
 This fleeting gain is nowhere near enough to get me there
 Is it traditional?
 Am I a fake?
 When I hold back a smile in attempt to change
 The existential doubt running through my brain
 If progress was measured by late nights and time
 That I spend away from my goddamn mind
 I guess you could say I'm doing alright
 Yeah, I'm doing alright