grandson - In Over My Head

When I was nine, I'd make-believe
The good guy always caught the thief
The room went dark and I couldn't sleep
I was in over my head
At fifteen, I would look around
And all my friends had it figured out
They all thought it, but they never said out loud
I was in over my head

Oh, I feel this vertigo
Sick of being an optimist
I'm trying, I'm trying

But I'm in over my head
I'm in over my head
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh