I left a letter on the dresser saying “I’ll be home soon”, this repetition has you sitting all alone in our room, but understand I’m like a bottle at sea, like a vessel with a message waiting for the world to read
Turnaround, I feel like I could use a change, I’d finally have a chance to breathe
Everything I’ve ever known I’ve sacrificed with hopes I’d find a turnaround
A million things to say but somehow only a few words fit, I want to make a change, instead I’ve ripped this notebook to shit ‘cause I’ve been trying to find the perfect sentence, that’ll finally make a difference, may their eyes and ears be open
If only I could show you, let you open up my mind, dig your nails into the back of my brain and separate the spine, you’d see that I only want what’s best, I want to be the voice that makes it’s way right inside their chest