Revolving Door

I can't stand up the rot is growing inside

Can't put into words about the last time I cried

Traveling all my thoughts looking for a place to hide

Watering all the scars where the fountain has dried

Hindered hands at the wheel but im still here for the ride

Push the pedel to the floor I'm tied up trailling behind

Regret drowning before but now I miss feeling the tide

Tied up where the rocks ant the ocean collide

When mostly smiles, nothing to write

Prefer the nightmares and thats alright