This fool that keeps beating desperately needs to stop
sending my feet wandering down paths I shouldn't walk
towards figures in the distance seen as perfect silhouettes
who always seem to vanish more the closer that they get
I know I'd hold my breath forever if she would only ask.
I'd hide nitrogen safe in my lungs until my face turns black.
Maybe now it's finally time to set my backup plan in motion:
I've been hiding maps in bottles, time to cast them in the ocean.
Like a net spread wide to capture fish as they swim by,
I'll wade into the waters of an extroverted life.
No more nights spent dreaming of a girl I know by name
who doesn't know, or doesn't care, and doesn't feel the same
As I cling tightly to the raft on which I am adrift,
I count my stars and sing these bars and call each breath a gift.
I know this life is fleeting, full valleys and of crests -
never one without the other. Knowing that I know how best
to save me.
These metaphors and similes I love and love to tell
paint a picture of a life at sea where I'm lost in the swell.
It's time to fight the storm, take the wheel, and steer myself to land
to stand upon a foreign shore a new and shiny man.
This is my favorite piece of the pack.
It's really great.
What kind of music?
This one is too a Manchester Orchestra song.
I mean what kinda music do you want written for you