this is it,this is all you have left
but all you have to accomplish and all you can be.
this is it. This is coming together just as the rest of my life starts falling apart.
My morning coffee, my afternoon coffee, my evening coffee
staring at the screen until my eyes hurt, still being unsure of just the right words to type to the next promoter, and the next, and the next even though I've done this a thousand times
My room is a mess, my life is a mess,I'm broke with little hope of a job, but still i keep going
whats on the line is so far away, but still the weight on my chest at night keeps me from laying comfortably, from sleeping well
all the things that haven't been finished, all the thigs i still need to try, all the places that don't call you back
i think about being there,about the floors i've slept more comfrotable on than in my own bed,about being blown away by the performance of the song that i've heard everynight for a month
I am left wondering when the bottom will drop out
but i know its not their bottom, its mine
I could lose everything here, and they would still be ther, hungery for the next step, the next show, the next song,the next kid who says you changed their life
I get distracted so easily, i think that is it my minds way of not overloading itself
sometimes I just want to quit and go back to trying to settle down and make a life
but even when everyting is stable, when I have the same faces around me everyday,when i walk into work at the some time each morning, catch the same bus home every night,when i get to kiss the same person everyday and know that they will be there tommorow
It doesn't feel like enough, and i end up thinking of what could be down the road a little further
my re-heated coffee is ready
I have to get back to work
this is it. This is coming together just as the rest of my life starts falling apart.
My morning coffee, my afternoon coffee, my evening coffee
staring at the screen until my eyes hurt, still being unsure of just the right words to type to the next promoter, and the next, and the next even though I've done this a thousand times
My room is a mess, my life is a mess,I'm broke with little hope of a job, but still i keep going
whats on the line is so far away, but still the weight on my chest at night keeps me from laying comfortably, from sleeping well
all the things that haven't been finished, all the thigs i still need to try, all the places that don't call you back
i think about being there,about the floors i've slept more comfrotable on than in my own bed,about being blown away by the performance of the song that i've heard everynight for a month
I am left wondering when the bottom will drop out
but i know its not their bottom, its mine
I could lose everything here, and they would still be ther, hungery for the next step, the next show, the next song,the next kid who says you changed their life
I get distracted so easily, i think that is it my minds way of not overloading itself
sometimes I just want to quit and go back to trying to settle down and make a life
but even when everyting is stable, when I have the same faces around me everyday,when i walk into work at the some time each morning, catch the same bus home every night,when i get to kiss the same person everyday and know that they will be there tommorow
It doesn't feel like enough, and i end up thinking of what could be down the road a little further
my re-heated coffee is ready
I have to get back to work