Good Terms - Reaching Lyrics

Someone pick me up
I got enough of this f*cking rut
I'm losing touch and I'm needing more
Of what I'm reaching for

I journeyed up through thirty
Looking for a light at the end
Wrote an album, thought I found it
And now I can't get out of bed
Is it burnout? Did I learn how
Nothing ever works out?
The hamster wheels still turning
Was my turning point a burden?

I've got no more time
For soaking up the sideline
No more life to trickle out and cripple
From a constant fear of failure
And my nauseous growing anger, hey won't

Someone pick me up
I got enough of this f*cking rut
I'm losing touch and I'm needin more
Of what I'm reaching for
I can feel the rust that's buildin up
Can I find the trust I had
And just start feelin more
Of what I'm reaching for

Another day, another grey
Another L I gotta take
No excuse, I refuse to lose
No slack? I'll PRESS ON IT!
Low gas? I'll STEP ON IT!
Or PUSH FROM THE BACK!
Now's the last time I feel despondent
I'll climb this mountain til I vomit

No more time
For soaking up the sideline
No more life to trickle out and cripple
From a constant fear of failure
And my nauseous growing anger, hey won't

Someone pick me up
I got enough of this f*cking rut
I'm losing touch and I'm needing more
Of what I'm reaching for
I can feel the rust that's building up
Can I find the trust I had
And just start feeling more
Of what I'm reaching for

This road, this reality
I'm gonna face it
I don't care who has the key
I'm gonna take it, UGH!

I'm gonna take it!

This road, this reality
I'm gonna face it
I don't care who has the key
I'm gonna take it"