Moving Forward Through The Feelings
It's 4 in the morning and I cannot sleep
I'm waking my mother because my anxiety's peaked
This is the fourth or fifth or sixth time this week
I won't go to bed
So I won't have those dreams
I let the water fill up my nose
And I don't lift my head until I start to choke
How young is too young to turn to stone
Are these the answers that nobody knows
Goddamnit Jack come home
And tell me everything you know
I'm moving forward through the feelings again
Just take me to the sunrise and teach me all the goodbyes
And show me how to be the best I can
I have been searching for those secret chords
The ones that I must play to please the lord
Wrong side of the country on some strangers floor
With blood in my mouth and no lock on the door
I cut the strings off of that old guitar
And then I proceeded to cut off my arm
I put it up in good faith that I'd finish this song
But bled until I could not hear that soft alarm
I'm staring at a ceiling that is not my own
I'm calling my mother because I'm so far from home
Is this stigmata
Is this all I'll ever know
Goddamnit Jack come home
And tell me everything you know
I'm moving forward through the feelings again
Just take me to the sunrise and teach me all the goodbyes
And show me how to be the best I can
Tell me is this all I really am
Tell me is this all I really am
I'm waking my mother because my anxiety's peaked
This is the fourth or fifth or sixth time this week
I won't go to bed
So I won't have those dreams
I let the water fill up my nose
And I don't lift my head until I start to choke
How young is too young to turn to stone
Are these the answers that nobody knows
Goddamnit Jack come home
And tell me everything you know
I'm moving forward through the feelings again
Just take me to the sunrise and teach me all the goodbyes
And show me how to be the best I can
I have been searching for those secret chords
The ones that I must play to please the lord
Wrong side of the country on some strangers floor
With blood in my mouth and no lock on the door
I cut the strings off of that old guitar
And then I proceeded to cut off my arm
I put it up in good faith that I'd finish this song
But bled until I could not hear that soft alarm
I'm staring at a ceiling that is not my own
I'm calling my mother because I'm so far from home
Is this stigmata
Is this all I'll ever know
Goddamnit Jack come home
And tell me everything you know
I'm moving forward through the feelings again
Just take me to the sunrise and teach me all the goodbyes
And show me how to be the best I can
Tell me is this all I really am
Tell me is this all I really am
Credits
Writer(s): David Osterhout
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