The Fold

I'm living on borrowed minutes
My payments are overdue
No matter which way you spin it
God doesn't take IOU's

Self help is just masturbating
Weightlifting is a waste of time
But this hole that I'm excavating
Has walls that I just can't climb

Somebody get me out of this deep, dark hole
'Cause I'm tired, and I'm hungry, and I'm wet, and I'm cold
My baby's up there lonely; she's got no one to hold
Sweet Lord, please let me grow old and take me back into the fold

I'm dreaming of something better
I'm learning how to improve
Not waiting on fairer weather
I'm planning my next big move

No more of this poor old sadness
No more of this poor old me
I've gotta snuff out this madness
And shine bright for the world to see

Somebody get me out of this goddamn hole
'Cause I'm tired, and I'm hungry, and I'm wet, and I'm cold
My baby's up there lonely; she ain't got no one to hold
Sweet Lord, please let me grow old and take me back into the fold

I'm living on borrowed minutes
I'm running on stolen time
But owing all of this interest
Has never felt so divine



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hartfield
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