It was the first time in a long time That something in me gave. I went from scraping the bottom To being thrashed through the waves. And that's okay cuz I came here to clear my head and crawl my way back. But all those same mistakes still follow me. I haven't been myself but to me that's okay Maybe the problem's within me. When the days are torn in two, I can't see the brighter view I've been low. I got my head in the floor I just keep tearing myself at the seams but I want it more. I've been low. Not the same as before. I just keep wearing myself down, I want more Close the doors, don't let anybody in. Overwhelmed, and it's been making me sick. The feeling of lonliness is creeping up, quick. Everyday goes by hoping for the sunrise to shine overhead And relieve myself from all that I've known. When the days are torn in two, I can't see the brighter view. I've been low. I got my head in the floor. I just keep tearing myself at the seams but I want it more. I've been low. Not the same as before. I just keep wearing myself down, I want more. When the days are torn in two (I've been low) I can't see the brighter view