Sunset on Matheson

Well, the sun went down and my mind became alive
Alive with perceptions and questions that my heart felt the need to prescribe
Are you happy with your life? Do you think you've been worth your time?
Are you doing enough? Are you doing too much? And where do you draw the line?
At this point, six hours have passed and all I want to do is rest
Cause it's three thirty in the morning and my head feels a fucking mess

A mess I can't quite seem to clean up
A mess that permeates everything I am

Well my eyes shot open and through the gunpowder I could see
That the knowledge of never knowing was comforting ironically
I could never know a thing and I can't prove either way
All I've got is my gut, my heart, my head and my soul
My actions and the words I say

Is this music just a phase that I am in? Am I making any real accomplishments?
Is this therapy or is this redemption?
Or is this just one of many drunken shouts into the wind?



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Lanham
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