The Meadows

Unsettled, unfazed today By the things I hear you saying A bottle broken So soft spoken When you can't keep drinking But you won't go home Cause you know what's coming up If you're sitting drunk at home alone Cause we're all so helpless When we're on our own So on and on and on we go Fuck being sad I'm so over it Fuck having my head, Three feet in the sand You're not lost Don't be scared You've gotta start building on the hope that you spare Trust me, I know you'll get through it I've done it before it's just in your head Fuck being sad I'm so over it Fuck having my head, Three feet in the sand Let go of what you took Your hands are tied back Forget how it looks, To be despondent Fuck being sad I'm so over it Fuck having my head, Three feet in the sand