3 am on an endless day,
same four walls and an empty page
swearing other people the same thing better

somehow still escaping me,
the simple words for what we see,
The metaphor or phrase to tie it together

It's hard to love the things you've got
when all you see's the things you're not relating.

but if bits and pieces don't combine,
and flow just right in perfect time
am I fakin'? will I make it?

Well I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
I don't know how to not make trouble
But I cannot be dissuaded by
the uphill climb
of the answers I can't find

Somehow still escaping me
how to produce these things I dream
but do it without manufacturing

but my worried hands, and my doubtful mouth,
Would tell you I've got it all figured right out,
and letting 5am sneak right up on me

It's harder than it's ever been,
to force myself to look within
and be strong

But I cannot live this life to find
I wasn't strong enough to leave behind
The fear of being wrong,
or being right all along

Well I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
I don't know how to not make trouble
But I won't be dissuaded by
the uphill climb…

I wonder if every simple melody was taken
and every word I thought I knew was right was gone
What if every world I thought I knew by now was shaken..
could I push through and be strong?
Would I have the heart to carry on?
What would I do?

Well I don't know how to just not worry
I don't know to take my time
I don't know how to keep myself from second guessing peace of mind
I don't know how to not make trouble
But I won't be dissuaded by
the uphill climb
of the answers I can't find