Reaching
Out on my own
No microphone
Doubts overblown
But I'm still reaching
You know it's fine
You know I'm fine
Being a waste of time (A waste of time)
But for me it's better
Take the time to consider
That what's for you is not my all
On my own but I'm still reaching (no apologies)
Spare your preaching (there is gold in me)
Can't act like I'll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
Watch as it cracks
So what's it like being right?
We know that it can't all be true
Blinded eyes still black and blue
When will you start listening?
It's like rehearsing exhaustion
On my own but I'm still reaching (no apologies)
Spare your preaching (there is gold in me)
Can't act like I'll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
Watch as it cracks
Just another one being dramatic
Pretend moody, cinematic
Play it back, play it back
What was on those tapes?
Stone sober, know that there's no escape
There's no escape
But I'm still reaching (no apologies)
Spare your preaching (there is gold in me)
Can't act like I'll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
As it cracks
Play it back, play it back
Play it back, play it back
No microphone
Doubts overblown
But I'm still reaching
You know it's fine
You know I'm fine
Being a waste of time (A waste of time)
But for me it's better
Take the time to consider
That what's for you is not my all
On my own but I'm still reaching (no apologies)
Spare your preaching (there is gold in me)
Can't act like I'll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
Watch as it cracks
So what's it like being right?
We know that it can't all be true
Blinded eyes still black and blue
When will you start listening?
It's like rehearsing exhaustion
On my own but I'm still reaching (no apologies)
Spare your preaching (there is gold in me)
Can't act like I'll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
Watch as it cracks
Just another one being dramatic
Pretend moody, cinematic
Play it back, play it back
What was on those tapes?
Stone sober, know that there's no escape
There's no escape
But I'm still reaching (no apologies)
Spare your preaching (there is gold in me)
Can't act like I'll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
As it cracks
Play it back, play it back
Play it back, play it back
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Writer(s): Michael Hranica, Jonathan Gering, Robert Lynge
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