Opener

I'll never be the man that I wanna be
if I keep dragging my feet at every turn
Manic depressive, I'm compulsive obsessive
I'm becoming a mess, I'll never learn
It's harder to breathe with all the leaves on the trees
I've got a wheat allergy, or so I'm told
But I don't mind, I see my friends all the time
and they get harder to find as you get old

You've got to question all the company you keep
Do your friends stop you from sleeping at night?
So much investment in all the confidence you preach
Only follow the path if it feels right
So much congestion, all the pains in my chest
suggest that I'm not the best I've ever been
Maybe I should eat less food and drink less booze
and prove to you I'm not a waste, I've got all that it takes

Constantly conflicted about who I am
and still I don't understand
I've got it all in my hands
Should I let it go?
Trickle down the road
Through the overgrowth
Into the stream it goes.



Credits
Writer(s): Ronan Van Kehoe, Samuel James Watson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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