I write it off again Before I started There's gotta be More to me Than the constant pressure Of being in between Forcing transitions And never working out While cleaning up the fallout It's gotta get better They say But what does that look like anyway I can't figure it out I can't figure it out So meet me At the bottom Beneath All that's forgotten I can't stand on my own feet But I won't ask you to carry me I'm digging in Make a home in the corner Hiding out At the backyard border If there's a will There's a way But I'm tripping over my own feet anyway It's gotta get better They say But what does look like anyway Cause It's been this way since I was 15 And I've never seen the balance shifting So meet me At the bottom Beneath All that's forgotten I can't stand on my own feet But I won't ask you to carry me