Eighty pages in
The bookmark hasn't moved
For a couple years
I no longer get things done
I don't know if I've got what it takes anymore
I don't know if I've got what it takes
A cardboard box of tapes
Is staring me in the face
It hasn't moved for years
It hasn't made a sound
I don't do a thing about the things I love
I don't know if I've got what it takes
I'll be still while the night moves around me
In a long exposure lit by the lights that surround me
And if you found me there
What would you think?
What would you think?
So I make a list
But nothing gets crossed off
So I make another list
But that one just gets lost
Should I make another list or should I give up?
Because, I don't know if I've got what it takes
I'll be still while the night moves around me
In a long exposure lit by the lights that surround me
And if you found me there
What would you say?
What would you say?
It's like throwing rocks at the sky
It's like throwing rocks at the sun
No matter how I want to try
I can't seem to get things done
I don't know if I've got what it takes anymore
I don't know if I've got what it takes