Lately, I am spread thin
And sleeping on my stomach
And I don't know
If I'm the man I used to be
Because whatever hope I had
I left on third third story
On Little Elliot Drive
Northbound 81 and f**ing worthless
Who would have ever thought
My youth would fall the hardest and let me go?
Let me go
And I'm not saying that I've gotten any better
But after last year
I'm waiting for a better day to dawn
Then the world won't seem so black and white
I've lost track of the miles beneath my feet
If a beacon shines
It is not upon me
I've lost track of the miles beneath my feet
But I will tread on
A beacon is all I seek
It took me seventeen years to feel okay
And just one for the foundation to crack