Why do I always take the greatest gifts and wrap them up inside of fear?
We spent the best years of our lives fighting all the bad away
If I accept what is in front of me, can I expect it to change how I feel?
What kind of life is that?
Is it a life worth living?
Shipwreck
I've been calling you a castaway
The ship is slowing sinking
I'm drawing circles on a map again
I'm waging war against the ocean
Swallowed by the rising tide
I'm calling SOS
Come save my life
Or have I lost it to the sea again?
I knew what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to be
I never choked
I followed through
And it got me far enough
Everyone else looks the same, they haven't thought on their own in years
I've become a ghost
They all look at me like I've been living so wrong
I've been walking in a straight line
Putting out my fire but I lost my sight
Can rain save me if the sky is empty?
Or will I burn away my life?
I'm lost at sea again