Yesterday’s never good enough,
and I'm not living up to my dreams:
my expectations falling through.
So, why weren’t these the best days I’ve ever known?
Run aground. Slowing down.
I've never lived a day in my life,
or so I'm waking up to realize,
just passing time I slip through.
So, why weren’t these the best days I’ve ever known?
Run aground. Slowing down.
Why weren’t these the best damn days I’ve ever known?
Well, it's not for lack of intentions!
My head is home to archives of meticulous plans
never set into motion.
I’ll keep them all on the shelf.
Traveling upriver I’ve run aground, left to walk.
What once kept me afloat now held over my head.
I’m weighed down.
Pace slowing down, down, down, down…
If I fall you’ll find that I won’t make a sound.
