I’m fighting it

I’m constantly grabbing for moments that slip

Like sand between the fingers in my balled up fist

I spent some days out on the coast this year

And back in the midwest where it feels like home

Everybody’s stressed out by the incoming cold

I keep my hands warm in my sweatshirt pocket

But I can’t stay for too long

Cause I’ve been searching and what I’m finding

I’ve been sold on the same old dreams

Like changing scenery will change anything

No matter the distance I’ll always be

At arms length from finding any peace

I don’t blame suburbia for the way I was brought up with decent opportunity

I wasted my time scraping knees on the concrete, chasing what I thought I should be

And when I was younger I was so naive taking for granted all the things that I need

And tragedy meant nothing to me

But I learned before long

Cause when I leave home is when I feel it most

I’ve been sold on the same old dreams

Like changing scenery will change anything

No matter the distance I’ll always be

At arms length from finding any peace

I still have hope I’ll learn to cope with things

And fill my eyes with something better than this melancholy shade of blue

The dark I feel each afternoon

It lessens more each day

I’m getting better with age and, I’m okay

I’ve been sold on the same old dreams

Like changing scenery will change anything

No matter the distance I’ll always be

At arms length from who I want to be