at the bottom

I write it off again
Before I started
There's gotta be
More to me
Than the constant pressure
Of being in between
Forcing transitions
And never working out
While cleaning up the fallout

It's gotta get better
They say
But what does that look like anyway
I can't figure it out
I can't figure it out

So meet me
At the bottom
Beneath
All that's forgotten
I can't stand on my own feet
But I won't ask you to carry me

I'm digging in
Make a home in the corner
Hiding out
At the backyard border
If there's a will
There's a way
But I'm tripping over my own feet anyway

It's gotta get better
They say
But what does look like anyway
Cause It's been this way since I was 15
And I've never seen the balance shifting

So meet me
At the bottom
Beneath
All that's forgotten
I can't stand on my own feet
But I won't ask you to carry me



Credits
Writer(s): David Blake
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