Find the Ninth
By now I'd count
At least 8 years suffering
So down, strung out
I just want to live for something
I hope that I
Find a way to cope without
Self-destruction
But we see how that's going
My enemies are at the apex
While I'm just a bottom feeder
You say it's only up from here
I think I can get six feet deeper
I always have my head in the clouds
But I can't seem to find the ninth
You've got yours, where's mine?
What does it take?
Can I even afford it?
Must I trade my broken bones and bleed for it?
Will I leave with a purpose?
Can I rest with self-fulfillment?
To you I'll stop comparing
I know I am meant for something.
I always have my head in the clouds
But I can't seem to find the ninth
You've got yours, where's mine?
To you, stop comparing
Keep my feet beneath me
This life won't defeat me
To you, stop comparing
Keep my feet beneath me
This life won't defeat me
Find my own cloud nine.
I always have my head in the clouds
But I can't seem to find the ninth
You've got yours, where's mine?
By now I'd count
At least 8 years suffering
So down, strung out
I just want to live for something.
At least 8 years suffering
So down, strung out
I just want to live for something
I hope that I
Find a way to cope without
Self-destruction
But we see how that's going
My enemies are at the apex
While I'm just a bottom feeder
You say it's only up from here
I think I can get six feet deeper
I always have my head in the clouds
But I can't seem to find the ninth
You've got yours, where's mine?
What does it take?
Can I even afford it?
Must I trade my broken bones and bleed for it?
Will I leave with a purpose?
Can I rest with self-fulfillment?
To you I'll stop comparing
I know I am meant for something.
I always have my head in the clouds
But I can't seem to find the ninth
You've got yours, where's mine?
To you, stop comparing
Keep my feet beneath me
This life won't defeat me
To you, stop comparing
Keep my feet beneath me
This life won't defeat me
Find my own cloud nine.
I always have my head in the clouds
But I can't seem to find the ninth
You've got yours, where's mine?
By now I'd count
At least 8 years suffering
So down, strung out
I just want to live for something.
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Writer(s): Alec Pinson
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