Testo Misfortune Teller

Everyday is running together,
Holding on to this boarded up town as leverage,
Against moving on.
These nights are feeling darker,
Reluctant to give into this simple life.
Break my stride.
Day to day, waiting for an answer,
Holding on to the question. Young minds, young ideas,
Are sinking with a ship that was destined to drown.
Drown.
I got to cut my ties, to somehow get there.
As words lose their meaning, I just want to get out.
Sinking with a ship that was destined to drown.
Drowned.