Im tired of waiting around But i dont wanna leave A second verse will come but not that easily These habits break they never go away Im sure Ill spend the day just fixing things But Im broke and I dont mean literally I always choke so dont wait around for me If Im a mess then I guess its just a stress Cause Im always staying up and I never second guess I guess So Id rather sit in my front yard And Id rather be close than far And Id rather just sit on the curb And just look at the stars I close my eyes and ears when everyone talks I guess we only live and hear about our shitty jobs And each day we get more content with just living this way I guess maybe we forget We used to dream and now it doesnt seem the same I think Ill run away and jump off a bridge And Ill swim until I can be free Of everyone who keeps talking to me And Ill play this guitar until my fingers bleed And Ill sing until no one listens to me And even then as you pretend youre happy Ill be dancing on the graves of all your could-have-beens We might fail We might sink We might die But I think Thats the point So so what If we try its good enough We get scared So we stay Were so comfortable in the saddest way Whats the point Its missing So lets cut the bullshit and get to living
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 12:40:14 +0000
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