Attached

You're so close and yet so far

My hand is out to hold yours, my lips are stitched and shut

I'm so sick of the garbage around me

And I'm losing my shit cause there's a storm (There's a storm)

Sand and leaves fly my direction

My clothes fleet far from their basket

It's not like I had any plans

Too busy drowning in my passion

A thankless job that gets the best of me

And I'm so fucking scared (So fucking scared)

That I'm becoming a ball of anxiety

And I just make all of you nervous

My friends have dirty looks. They look so tired

So why would I put them through more?

It will not die

I have to fight

And I'm getting really sick

Of how I always feel the need to get drunk

In order to feel at ease around people who care about me

And there are days I wake up and I feel like I'm done

Like I'm living towards living along in a box

But now I know what needs to be done

I'll ditch the things I wanna be and I'll work with what I am

The destination

It feels so close and yet so far

And I know that it sounds strange

But I've always loved Thursdays

Because they're usually attached

To that feeling that something great will finally happen

And nothing will stop it

Nothing will stop it