Chris Sligh Catching Up
We'll both pretend that everything is fine
Until the morning time
When light cuts through the shadows where we hid
We shadow box the morning light
With covers in our hands too tight
We curse away the sight of our mistake
And oh, it's catching up
And oh, it's catching up with us
We all pretend we're making it
'Cause we can't admit we're faking it
In a world we won't believe is never right
We'll cover up just one more time
The sin we hope nobody finds
We tiptoe to the line of our mistakes
And oh, it's catching up
And oh, it's catching up with us
And oh, we need more time
And oh, we need more time
My drug of choice is detectable
But my sickness isn't catchable
'Cause all of us are sick with what I have
I'm sick with self and sick from pride
I'm sick of all the times I've lied
I've struggled and I've tried to be all right
But oh, it's catching up
And oh, it's catching up with us
And oh, it's catching up
And oh, it's catching up with us
It's catching up with us
