Tired of Trying

[Verse 1]
The fog has no teeth, but it’s eating the trees,
Dragging its belly across the dead leaves.
I’m walking a line where the dirt meets the black,
With a shivering weight hanging onto my back.

[Verse 2]
The creek is a throat that’s choked up with silt,
Swallowing every last drop of my guilt.
I’m digging a hole with my fingernails raw,
In the soft, rotting earth of a cold winter thaw.

[Climax]
(raw, strained vocal.)
I’M SO TIRED OF TRYING!
ACTING LIKE PARTS OF ME AREN'T DYING!
I’M BURYING THE PERSON I USED TO BE!
AND I’M BEGGING THE DARKNESS TO SET ME FREE!!
I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE!
OHHH I’M TIRED OF TRYING

[Guitar Solo]
(One high, clean harmonic rings out, followed by a warm, melodic solo. The rhythm underneath is a steady, comforting strum.)

[Verse 3]
The light is a needle that’s stitching the sky,
I’m watching the last of the vultures go by.
The dirt on my hands is just dirt anymore,
Not the burden of something I carried before.

[Climax]
I’M SO TIRED OF TRYING!
ACTING LIKE PARTS OF ME AREN'T DYING!
I’M BURYING THE PERSON I USED TO BE!
AND I’M BEGGING THE DARKNESS TO SET ME FREE!!
I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE! I’M STILL HERE!
Mmm I’M TIRED OF TRYING

[Guitar Breakdown - palm-muted tense melody with big build]
Oooo oooo
And I keep trying
Oooo oooo
AND I KEEP TRYING!

[Outro]
IM STILL HERE, IM STILL HERE, IM STILL HERE!!
I’m still here, I’m still here, I’m still here
And I’m finally, finally through.

Melodic rock, post hardcore. Slow, haunting fingerpicking. Acoustic. Male. Stripped-back, raw, vulnerable