Reaching

Out on my own
No microphone
Doubts overblown
But I'm still reaching

You know it’s fine
You know I'm fine
Being a waste of time (a waste of time)
But for me, it’s better
Take the time to consider
That what’s for you is not my all

On my own, but I'm still reaching
No apologies, spare your preaching
There is gold in me
Can’t act like I’ll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
Watch as it cracks

So, what’s it like being right?
We know that it can’t all be true
Blinded eyes still black and blue
When will you start listening?
It’s like rehearsing exhaustion

On my own, but I'm still reaching
No apologies, spare your preaching
There is gold in me
Can’t act like I’ll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
Watch as it cracks

Just another one being dramatic
Pretend moody, cinematic
Play it back, play it back, what was on those tapes
Stone sober, know that there’s no escape
There’s no escape

But I'm still reaching
No apologies, spare your preaching
There is gold in me
Can’t act like I’ll take it back
Force the hand, watch the concrete
As it cracks

Play it back, play it back
Play it back, play it back