Bedbound by Summer - On the Rise Lyrics

I find myself, again, thinking of packing up and leaving
From a year spent sleeping alone and in decline
The dead end streets defeat me
And the same old walks, believe me
Are enough to know that I'm not always doing fine

So when the Sunday evening station calls
Know that i'll be there with a single bag
I know that that is all i'll need
And understand that when your days are on the rise
That i'll still be there waiting when you fall

I tell myself, again, "listen
You must be sick and tired of feeling that nothing that you do is worth the time"
I'm still avoiding people that i've known for years
And deeper goes the notion that that's a love that isn't worth the climb