i'm growing sure that things will not work out
because everyone i know is wasted time and self-doubt
buried and trapped in handshakes and fuel gauges
using their paychecks to keep track of their ages
but they will figure it out
float, drift, drink
cough your doubts into the kitchen sink
breathe, stop, think (UH!!!)
on repeat, every week
people can't change and i am not the exception
close my eyes every night but i'm still the same intersection
of what the past can't remember and the future can't find
is this whole god damn thing in this moment combined
but i will figure it out
lift up your tired bones, let them break
you're blooming loud, this is the great awake