I'm sick of missing out

Feeling like I'm beaten down

I'm telling you, I'm tired of losing

Like I'm underneath

The uncontrollable things

I'm running sprints, but I ain't ever moving

And it reduces me to a crawl

And I just can't seem to deal with it all

I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break

And I'm going ninety-five for no good reason down the interstate

'Cause your dog gets sick

And your parents get old

And everything that used to stick

Well, I just can't seem to hold on to 'em

And the world's ablaze

Everybody's got something to say

And hope is getting pushed to the fringes

I'm filled with doubt

And feeling like nothing ever gets done around here

The doors are hanging on the hinges

I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break

And I'm going ninety-five for no good reason down the interstate

'Cause your dog gets sick

And your parents get old

And everything that used to stick

Well, I just can't seem to hold on to 'em

Yeah

He was a brother to me

And just like that, he's gone

I'll never know what made him do it

If there was something I coulda done

More for him

But then it's half past three

And I'm laying awake

And you're sleeping next to me

And the rain hits the street

You put your hand on my chest

And I pull you into me