Flat Tire

The overthinking my every thought is getting old
My time could be better spent
Turning ashes to gold
This time I get I'm wrong
And I stayed here far too long

This doesn't feel like me
Not trying too hard to breathe
I'm giving into all my habits and old tendencies
The room starts spinning
I try to clear my way to the door
I think its winning
And I take a drop to the floor
And I take a drop to the floor

Two hours in (The weight of the world)
Is on my skin (I'm feeling sick)
Its setting in
Once again
If I give in (my brain will unfold)
Unfold
Unfold again, it never ends in my head

I'm wasting my time here, still stuck in my way
Hung up on the minutes that turn into days
I circle the room as I hear my head
Its coming, it's coming, it's coming again

Still stuck in place
Still in my way
No more to say



Credits
Writer(s): Jake French
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