Today I feel I have no hope left,
And all I had swept under the rug.
I'll spend my nights writing sad songs,
But my alarm is still set for 6:08 A.M.
The air always seems thinner when I can't clear my head,
And tonight is pulling down on my eyelids.
A ride around the lake keeps me grounded.
It makes me realize that I'm good with what I have.
I know you think I'm sinking.
The waters getting deep.
But I rather die in this town,
Than tie your anchors to my feet.