Life is just exhausting but we must live it still
looking for redemption and a heart shaped pill
battered like a butterfly scared to jump from window sills
life is just exhausting but we must live it still.
Like the cracking walls we’ve built but never quite can fill
now like old-man’s cold and dragging fear of hills
there is a husk that won’t break open in the mill
like the cracking walls we’ve built but never quite can fill.
The choice is ours to make - I’m told we have free will
and someone also said, there are diamonds in the swill
maybe today we’ll celebrate our conquest of these ills
the choice is ours to make - apparently we have free will.
Sometimes feelings are the very hardest skill
like the hesitating rain before a suffocating chill
there are dark birds rolling like a wheel above a kill
and sometimes feelings are the very hardest skill.
And life is just exhausting and yes, we live it still
like cracking walls we build but never quite fulfill
the choice is ours to make we know we have free will
sometimes feelings, are the very hardest skill.