Tearing pages out this book
If I could get just one good year
Could get a spark on something
This kindling for nothing
Set a fire beneath my ass gettin up to task because life moves fast bud
Gotta let it go
So overblown
My word
And if you feel so inclined
You could take that bottle off your mind
And tear out all the words instead
Give it back and get game, get out of bed
Never mind congratulations
Never seemed so insincere
Second best at nothing
It's gotta count for something
And I know that it wasn't right
Because everything is crystal clear in hindsight
I hoped the fear would one day fade but I think it's here to stay
My word
And if you think you understand
You could pry that bottle out your hand
And tear out all the words instead
Give it back and get game, get out of bed
My word
And if you feel so inclined
You could take that bottle off your mind
And tear out all the words instead
Give it back and get game, get out of bed