Weathered

I felt inable,

I was lying on my side

in the same clothes from the very last night.

I wanna pray that I'm doing everything right.

I saw my mom die for the very first time.

She was an angel, God took her from the sky.

And there's a million other people that I found

who cared more than I ever will.

I held that note out,

I grabbed my bag and I left through the door.

I let my hair grow.

Put these words on my skin, I cannot relate.

Would you believe in my songs

if I gave them all to you?

I can find the strength in my voice

to call you back and say that everything is bad without you

and I'm lost again, oh god believe I'm lost again.

I stayed in bed and we took so much that I couldn't even sleep.

I waited so long,

though that wasn't even that bad.

I never had to be a part of the world

and I've been making that a goal for reasons that I cannot explain.

Well I'm an optimist but only in a perfect world.

I think I'm too stained from all the negativity

from all the people in my way.

Would you believe in my songs

if I gave them all to you?

I can find the strength in my voice

to call you back and say that everything is bad without you

and I'm lost again, oh god believe I'm lost again.

I took a trip down south and felt the sun on my face,

and it made things okay for a second.

I drew a picture of my problems when I was going insane.

And I focused on the currents.

It's the funny thing about it,

I never seem to worry that every single current's not the same.

It's all about position, and where I choose to lay.

And god I am going away.