3 Am on an endless day
Same four walls and an empty page
Swearing other people do the same thing better
Somehow still escaping me
The simple words for what we see
The metaphor or phrase to tie it together
It's hard to love the things you've got
When all you see's the things you're not relating.
But if bits and pieces don't combine
And flow just right in perfect time
Am I faking? And will I make it?
Oh I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know how to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
And I don't know how to not make trouble
I won't be dissuaded by the uphill climb
Of the answers I can't find
Somehow still escaping me
How to produce these things I dream
But do it without manufacturing
But my worried hands, and my doubtful mouth
Would tell you I've got it all figured right out
And letting 5 am sneak right up on me
It's harder than it's ever been
To force myself to look within and be strong
But I cannot live this life to find
I wasn't strong enough to leave behind
The fear of being wrong, or being right all along
Well I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know how to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
And I don't know how to not make trouble
I won't be dissuaded by the uphill climb
I wonder if every simple melody was taken
And every word I thought I knew was right was gone
What if every world I thought I knew by now was shaken
Could I push through and be strong?
Would I have the heart to carry on?
What would I do?
Well I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know how to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
And I don't know how to not make trouble
I won't be dissuaded by the uphill climb
And I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know how to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
And I don't know how to not make trouble
I won't be dissuaded by the uphill climb
Of the answers I can't find
