Incomplete — Switchfoot

He's washing his face to start his day He's lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely Nothing in the mirror ever shows him what's within

Now's he's checking out the faces On the back of the milk He's sour under all this pressure He thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him

And he starts his engine But he knows that he's missing gears

Incomplete! Where will you find yourself? Incomplete! Where will you find yourself? (Where will you lose yourself?) 'Cause you're the missing person now Step outside your doubt And let yourself be found!

He's sick of the race to just save face He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired He's tired of the holes that are keeping him incomplete

He'll push the pedal to the floor Like the day before He's trying to be always trying Try to find an end to justify his means