I'm safe, and who ever thought that was difficult?
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My nerves start to feel so frayed.
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I'm trying to turn things around, but instead
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...I'll say "Why do I feel so invisible?
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Good things will come my way."
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I'm trying to turn things around, and I wait
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'Till the day when I stop making big mistakes
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And the clouds, they roll out of this whole damn state
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I believe in a place and I wanna go
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Honesty will leave me feeling livable
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Once I change.
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Now that I've found some time, all the pain won't bother me.
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I've wanted to find what my head keeps filtering.
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Irate, caught in the worst storm inside of me
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Words start to feel misplaced.
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You can change what you want with your pen.
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I pray, as things start to feel much more possible.
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This time, I'll know what to say.
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You can live how you want in these days.
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When the way that you talk makes a history,
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it's important to know why you clench your teeth.
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I'll flee to a place that I wanna go
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With a shift in the sound that is physical
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Know I'll change.
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Now that I've found some time, all the pain won't bother me.
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I've wanted to find what my head keeps filtering
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that hole in my life and how it stayed inside my limbs
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with something caught up in my skin
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And I've relied on that,
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I change.
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Now that I've found some time, all the pain won't bother me.
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I've wanted to find what my head keeps filtering
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that hole in my life, I just want it to die,
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it must have stayed inside of my limbs
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with something caught up in my skin
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Good Things
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The Dangerous Summer |