Lyrics The Meadows - Dear Seattle

The Meadows

Unsettled, unfazed today
By the things I hear you saying
A bottle broken
So soft spoken
When you can’t keep drinking
But you won’t go home
Cause you know what’s coming up
If you’re sitting drunk at home alone
Cause we’re all so helpless
When we’re on our own
So on and on and on we go
Fuck being sad
I’m so over it
Fuck having my head
Three feet in the sand
You’re not lost
Don’t be scared
You’ve gotta start building on the hope that you spared
Trust me, I know you’ll get through it
I’ve done it before it’s just in your head
Fuck being sad
I’m so over it
Fuck having my head
Three feet in the sand
Let go of what you took
Your hands are tied back
Forget how it looks
To be despondent
Fuck being sad
I’m so over it
Fuck having my head
Three feet in the sand