The Tide from Arts Supplement by Carson Fleischman

Bright morning lights, leaking through my blinds
Send a message to my insides
Whether you like it or not, they expect me to be alive.
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Fall up the stairs, drink myself awake
Late for a job that I hate
This bottle may kill me but it gets me through the day.
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Chorus:
And I, I never see the changes
I won't even open my eyes
And I wish you well
I hope you've found the heavens
But me I'm coming and going with the tides
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Minutes getting longer, with every second passing by
The days all blend together
After weeks of sleepless nights
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There are moments I remember, When I didn't fake my smile
When liquor was for a good time
Not just to get me by
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Chorus
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Solo
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Bridge:
The lights, will guide me home
As I, hollow out my skull
The tide, will carry me to safety
Someday, I'll be
Where I belong
Gotta keep on keeping on.

Alright

• Americana
• Folk
• folk rock
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Atlanta