| I’ve been feeling stagnant and cracked underneath
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| I try to sleep it off but I can feel it in my dreams
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| I’ll give them what they wanna see
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| A kid lost in his twenties
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| Oh, what a sight to see
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| Constant pressure weighing down on me
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| It gets better, they want me to believe
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| Constant pressure weighing down on me
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| It gets better, they want me to believe
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| Not much to show for this time spent alone
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| I swing but I miss every time
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| Not much to show for this time spent alone
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| I swing but I miss every time
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| There’s so much fight left inside, and I’ve fought the good fight
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| But I just can’t let this one go
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| Feel the rush of blood beneath the skin
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| Can’t keep myself from dwelling on this like you did
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| Cause it’s so dark here, more than it ever is
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| Close the shades, clear my head, slump back to bed again
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| I’ve always wanted to believe that this meant something
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| We’ve always wanted to believe that this meant something
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| Not much to show for this time spent alone
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| I swing but I miss every time
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| There’s so much fight left inside, and I’ve fought the good fight
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| But I just can’t let this one go
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| Not much to show for this time spent alone
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| I swing but I miss every time
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| There’s so much fight left inside, and I’ve fought the good fight
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| But I just can’t let this one go
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| There’s so much fight left inside |