Dead Deers

I just wanted to be a part of the problem I solve
But I can't use a crowbar to force it out
And it just snowballs and blankets until I know nothing
About feeling clear anymore now
Each days a villain to scream at the wall for
I wish I was happier
I wish I wasn't me today

I hate feeling foggy
Its hard that the drive home always has dead deers in the road
And I get out to see if its still breathing
And it never is, but I always hold out hope

Its a year of losses
Swing around the worst of options
Shoving hardships to the side
I can't see past your wet eyes
And I'm still holding on from the turbulence
I scrawled out a hymn
A secret for me and God
I hope we still get along
We haven't believed in years
I don't know whose side you're on
I scrawled out a hymn
Omen to believe in
A fuck left to vouch for
Cause how else do I get off?

I hate feeling foggy
Its hard that the drive home always has dead deers in the road
And I get out to see if its still breathing
And it never is, but I always hold out hope



Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Summers
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