I stay inside, I call my dad, I wait to feel I work my jobs, I don't sing my songs, I pay my bills I have a salsa jar of cash and I take a long bath to get my legs back And I take the money and I do my laundry I don't sing my songs Then she comes home from work I watch her red brown hair come down Some days she's the only good thing And now all I ever think about is money So I won't lean into all that I'm avoiding I used to be so grateful I used to be so kind With my nose down in a bible each morning and night I guess I thought if I felt good It would all work out like it should But now there's nothing I don't doubt And I don't sing my songs I miss everything about anything I had before now The brick, and the river, and the Florida clouds at sundown I didn't know I was happy And all I ever wanted is to sing But if I do what I want will you even hear me? But I know that good feelings Are so possible within me