I've grown so tired of feeling content.
Everything must leave eventually,
So when will you arrive
to pull out these weeds?
I'm holding on for dear life
I've been given reason to live
I've been given reason to care
I've been given reason to fight
To search for a will somewhere to survive.

It's this that makes me fear the misery will soon follow in its place.
No rain, no rainbow, but does the storm follow after?
I'm asking in quite desperate fashion
If misery truly loved company,
Why am I waiting to be alone?

I needed more of you
And instead I've taken a lover in poisons.
What chance do I stand against the truths of life?
That of a one winged bird, a one armed man fighting against the current.
I'm asking you to follow me home.
Overtake me.
Pull me into the ocean
And for once let me know peace.

I don't believe this is real.
I want so badly to believe this is real.