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.