Texty: Man The Change. Weather The Storm. The Horseshit Zone.

I found my way through night and day
become one and the same to me.
There's even nights I walk along this bay
hoping to fall to the bottom of this sea.

No one knows what it's like

Do I fight this on my own
or should I put my white flag up,
broken in so many pieces again.
I can't take another night on my own.

I watched you go from insecurity,
completely destroying what you were to me.
There?s even nights I drink myself to sleep
hoping to sink to the bottom of these drinks