Capstan - A Forever Recovery (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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While everyone’s sleeping in their bed I’m wide awake lost in my head.
I’m so fucking tired and out of breath and it’s been like this ever since you left.
I was always more careless than careful. Losing grips on things I cared for.
My body’s tired and these eyes are sore. Forever drifting while you’re safe ashore.

While everyone’s smug with second best, I’ll bandage these wounds inside my chest.
Been carrying the weight of the world and just can’t do it anymore.
It’s impossible to be invincible in a world that’s so deceitful.
But I just keep pretending that never sinking is believable.

Well I’ve been down and I’ve been out but this is something I’ve never felt.
The letters and the promises you’ve sent have only brought me hell.

I’m breaking up the cycle of letting you pull me down.
Can you feel the ground shake it caves from your weight.
Empty promises can’t save you now.
The clarity of your voice has since turned to white noise and static.
It seems my outline and your scant design weren’t meant for this schematic.

I’ve become numb to what’s come undone.
Your secondhand stories like sun before morning.
Lost the shine that lit up your eyes. Your brightest words are your boldest lies.
(Your world is so very small, a silent curtain call. I won’t be around when it all comes crashing down.)

You’ve left me short on breath I’m speechless. Clinging to the only air I still have left.
Avoiding death.
I can feel the room getting smaller and closing in.

Well I’ve been down and I’ve been out but this is something I’ve never felt.
The letters and the promises you’ve sent have only brought me hell.

I’m breaking up the cycle of letting you pull me down.
Can you feel the ground shake it caves from your weight.
Empty promises can’t save you now.
The clarity of your voice has since turned to white noise and static.
It seems my outline and your scant design weren’t meant for this schematic.

What hurts the most isn’t the fact that our lives changed.
It’s how I’ve become so obsolete but I’ll thrive from what remains.
I’ve always been an open book letting you skim through every chapter.
Now the pages are finally closed, a catalyst for your disaster.

Well now your down. The one thats out. And this is something you’ve never felt.
With these words I’ve helped myself grow inside and out of doubt.
And I know this brings you hell.

I finally broke the cycle of letting you pull me down.
Can you feel the ground shake it caves from your weight.
Empty promises can’t save you now.
The clarity of your voice has since turned to white noise and static.
It seems my outline and your scant design weren’t meant for this schematic.

Was I the needle in your arm the reason for your bad habit
Or were those empty words of a withdrawing addict
When the drugs are gone I hope one thing remains
I pray my voice still echoes through your veins.