A Standard from Be Great by Chris Lambert

I'm out here looking for answers
and swimming blind through the deep
I hold myself to a standard
I couldn't possibly keep
I hold my breath underwater
I hold my stress in my neck
When I hold my face at an angle
I can see the cause and effect

Always looking to you to be
my drink in the desert heat
I know it's unfair for me
to ask you for anything

I stand up straight like a dancer
I can't complain, but I might
We sing along to a standard
I couldn't possibly write
I hold my tears, I'm a bottle
I hold my stress in my back
I hold you close like a hostage
when I feel I'm starting to crack

Always looking to you to be
my drink in the desert heat
I know it's unfair, or mean,
to blame you for anything

I remember this one night
when the truck gave out in some little town
I see myself in your eyes
I look old, it must be wearing me down
We called your dad for a ride
He was calm and kept my feet on the ground
I hold myself to the sky
God, I know I must be wearing you down

Always looking to you to be
my drink in the desert heat
I know it's unfair, I mean,
just ask me for anything

I wish I could change my pace
to sync up to something real
I wish I could change your face
to link up to how you feel

• Folk
• electronic
• indie folk
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop rock
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