The Bad News Threes

I've been watching clouds
Gather out my window
And hanging over head

And I've been watching rain
Forming little puddles
That I've been drowning in

And in my head its all the same
Every time
And I have come to see its not
On my side
Everything that I have done
I've tried
To feel
Like I'm
Alive

It is growing late
And I am growing wary
That bad news comes in threes

The minutes on the clock
They never felt so heavy
The way they turn on me

But I am not a savior
I am not a chosen one
So where do I begin

To fall apart
The rain lost in oceans
Where I am falling in

And in my head its all the same
Every time
And I have come to see times not
On my side
Everything that I have done
I've tried
To feel
Like I'm
Alive

And in my head I fear I’ve lost
My mind
And I have come to see times not
On my side
Every little thing I’ve done
I've tried
To feel
Just to feel
Alive