The dull grey of a lake
Help mend me
The counting of mistakes
Never-ending
Something better hit home hard
What is going on
Sitting in the backseat
Humming to my phone
I sing a love song
Through a crack in my throat
I dispel a lone note
That I held on to too long
Growing up for nothing
But another time
The clock has started running
Wait 'til it learns to fly
And I yearn
For another try
And I tread
Upon a broken wire
I'm standing at the gate
And it's bending
The mountain of a weight
Comes down heavy
Something better hit home hard
What is going on
Sitting in the backseat
Humming to my phone
I sing a love song
Through a crack in my throat
I dispel a lone note
That I held on to too long
Growing up for nothing
But another time
The clock has started running
Wait 'til it learns to fly
And I yearn
For another try
And I tread
Upon a broken wire
Something better hit home hard
What is going on
Sitting in the backseat
Humming to my phone
I sing a love song
Through a crack in my throat
I dispel a lone note
That I held on to too long