Lyrics
I think it’s time I own up and admit this isn’t me. Bet they wouldn’t call it living if it was just that easy. I don’t need a reason, I’ve got plenty. It’s this lack of motivation that’s grounding me. So get up, step out, and move on with your life. Lay waste to your fixations. Put it all out on the line. If these really are my glory days, I can’t let them pass me by in some lonely, drunken bitter haze. I’ve got the friends. I’ve got the love. I can make the time. Just stare these problems in the face and give them the old deep six. I may be feeling all in and wishing this wasn’t me, but they wouldn’t call it dying if it was a remedy. It comes in due season, but that doesn’t scare me. It’s this ongoing stagnation that is frightening. So wake up, get out, and move on with your life. As long as there’s some sensation, things will get better with time.
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