Backyard

I'm stuck and bored and honestly I couldn't stop and try to think and breathe

The panic sets in and I begin to lose sight of everything

I'm in a rut of predictable conversations over situations about

All that matters is what doesn't happen in the end of every week

I gotta get out

I gotta get out of this

I gotta get out

I can't take more of this

With all the things that I could be

(But I'm wasting time from 9 to 5)

There's a lot of things I gotta see

(From coast to coast to feel alive)

I'm sick of permission I'm getting persistent

I'm taking back what I have missed

I'm fighting the system, pursuing my mission

Painting a picture to get to it quicker

8 A.M. and I'm losing sleep

I'm chewed up and spit out and I'm a dying breed

Losing hope of what it means to be a lost cause in a world that just doesn't see

I'll make it out now and I gotta get out

I'm coming face to face with what I need

I know I've got to achieve what I've always dreamed

I gotta get out

I gotta get out of this

I gotta get out

I can't take more of this

With all the things that I could be

(But I'm wasting time from 9 to 5)

There's a lot of things I gotta see

(From coast to coast to feel alive)

I'm sick of permission I'm getting persistent

I'm taking back what I have missed

I'm fighting the system, pursuing my mission

Painting a picture to get to it quicker