The anchor is dragging, the knots have untied
I’ve run out of places where secrets can hide
I spent all my currency buying you time
And treating your mountain as something to climb
But the summit is frozen, the air is too thin
And I am too tired to try and win win
I’ve mended the sails while the hurricane blew
But I cannot keep drowning to navigate you..
It isn’t out of anger, or closing a door...
There is a quiet in admitting defeat
When the rhythm of fighting just loses its beat
It isn’t out of anger, or closing a door
It’s just the soft whisper: I can’t try anymore!
The cup has run dry and the well-spring is dead
I’m packing up pieces of words that you said
[Female Vocal enters, building intensity]
I wished for a miracle, bled for a spark
But you cannot light up a soul in the dark
There is a quiet in admitting defeat
When the rhythm of fighting just loses its beat
It isn’t out of anger, or closing a door
It’s just the soft whisper: I can’t try anymore!
So here is the white flag, and here is the peace
The moment the struggle is granted release
I’m stepping away from the edge of the shore
I’ve given you all...
And I can't try anymore!
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
The anchor is dragging, the knots have untied
I’ve run out of places where secrets can hide
I spent all my currency buying you time
And treating your mountain as something to climb
But the summit is frozen, the air is too thin
And I am too tired to try and win win
I’ve mended the sails while the hurricane blew
But I cannot keep drowning to navigate you..
It isn’t out of anger, or closing a door...
There is a quiet in admitting defeat
When the rhythm of fighting just loses its beat
It isn’t out of anger, or closing a door
It’s just the soft whisper: I can’t try anymore!
The cup has run dry and the well-spring is dead
I’m packing up pieces of words that you said
[Female Vocal enters, building intensity]
I wished for a miracle, bled for a spark
But you cannot light up a soul in the dark
There is a quiet in admitting defeat
When the rhythm of fighting just loses its beat
It isn’t out of anger, or closing a door
It’s just the soft whisper: I can’t try anymore!
So here is the white flag, and here is the peace
The moment the struggle is granted release
I’m stepping away from the edge of the shore
I’ve given you all...
And I can't try anymore!
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