Some nights I feel my head sinking in hell and getting back. And this knot in my throat It's like I miss the things that make me a man.
If I look back, I just spent a rainy life with foggy friends And I guess I was afraid to live it my way.
To face up these days I should get a punch in my chest or let it go just like the old times. Here on Earth, in this spot, or any place I will belong I won't let my bones die lonely on nights like these.
I saw the bottom close to me everyday like I had an anchor at my feet. I saw my friends growing up becoming just like anyone else. I don't wanna end up in something I've never believed in.