Bottled Wind

yeah you're looking tired and broken, like the pillar of a dock dead sitting, the water hitting you but never breaking through is "going places" getting somewhere now? you should be running faster or down days will shatter you talking on what's over due

let me ask you once and not again are we half asleep or walking dead? let me tell you how the times have changed the wasteland isn't just for the teenaged

you look so together but slightly disheveled like the free spirit that you are it's so impressive doing what's done by few, living your life in bloom i feel like the wait staff on the midnight train you've got your heart in your pocket, heavier than river rocks how slow till it's full stop?

let me ask you once and not again are we half asleep or walking dead? let me tell you how the times have changed the wasteland isn't just for the teenaged

ginny eyes, is this my exciting life? or just a lie 'cuz the borderline gets thinner between here and that small town i can't outrun it on bottled wind

let me ask you once and not again are we half asleep or walking dead? let me tell you how the times have changed the wasteland isn't just for the teenaged i'll tell it and be done, swimming is how sinking isn't sunk