Buried (Acoustic)

This new horizon and landscape

Got me sick twisted and out of shape

No escape and I cant concentrate

Grab the windex and clean the slate

Worms crawling from the woodwork

Ease the reins yeah you’re not herc

Thoughts creep that hurt and lurk

This is a mental growth spurt

Slow your mental process

Life isn’t a contest

You can just wish the best

And just forget the rest

Clouds roll in to darken the sky

And I can’t find a reason why

My eyes won’t give in and cry

I say I’m fine but that’s a lie

I’m buried in the dirt of obsession

I can’t dig my way from depression

A right hand only frees the tension

My thoughts kill succession

This new horizon and landscape

Got me sick twisted and out of shape

No escape and I cant concentrate

Grab the windex and clean the slate

Red, orange, yellow, green and blue

Colors to see around the room

Take a deep breath in and a slow one out

Be sure not to forget when to count

Slow your mental process

Life isn’t a contest

You can just wish the best

And just forget the rest

Clouds roll in to darken the sky

And I can’t find a reason why

My eyes won’t give in and cry

I say I’m fine but that’s a lie

I’m buried in the dirt of obsession

I can’t dig my way from depression

A right hand only frees the tension

My thoughts kill succession

Slow your mental process

Try to get some rest in

Make your new obsession

Crawling out from this depression