Band Of Beards Days Into Months
Sometimes
I’d rather spend my time with someone else
In better health
Sometimes I think
In my mind I just feel like I am dying
Maybe I’m trying
Maybe I’m right
We are not alright
Better off just being ok
More or less is too much stress these days
I’ll stay inside
This time
I’m gonna live my life for myself
And no on else
When morning comes
New light will strike my eyes
Fresh air will flood into my lungs
Rise with the sun for another day
Everything is looking good, well maybe not
Try again the next day
For now I’ll stay inside
