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Open eyes, and I am sailing away from this. |
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No consequences keep me from becoming what I've missed. |
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I am tired, feeling blinded, but excited, |
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Packing up my memories, |
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Let's get this fucking started. |
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So I'll step foot outside my door. |
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I can't get into this, for all the headaches in the world |
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That keep drilling themselves in. |
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I'm hopped up on Vicodin. |
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But this weight that's on my shoulders, |
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It keeps killing me over and over. |
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Let say that I am setting sail |
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I hate to be cliche, but it fits me oh so well. |
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And your words, a sea of irony. |
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Let's say this song isn't about those hips or heartaches |
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It's about me taking on the world. |
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I'm not rotting away from the inside. |
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Cause I feel like I've been |
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Turning up a garden in a deadzone. |
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And when you're on your own. |
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Can you keep up? I mean, can you really? |
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I've found another way to turn. |
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Turn up a garden in a dead zone. |
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I've found another way to turn this ship around. |
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Get the hell out of my hometown. |
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Let's say I'm overwhelmed and |
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The stress has gotten the best of me. |
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Let's say I'm bending over backwards |
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And nothing ever happens. |
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Pain pills can take away the worst, |
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But they'll never cure my seasickness. |
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These butterflies, they'd better surface. |
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Set sail tonight on an open course. |
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Stars above my head I can't ignore. |
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So we set a course, yeah we set it well. |
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We'll be together as we will in hell. |