Fight from Get Through by John Brodeur

All my life, feeling like I’m lost
All these lines I’ve surveyed then crossed
All this time spent broken, stoned, and sauced
And when I stop to count the cost

In 27 years I haven’t hit the bottom
But I keep trying to find it
Maybe that’s the problem
And the scenery could be so much improved

I wish that I could isolate the gene
That makes so I just cannot come clean
It’s like I’m strapped to the guillotine
What if the grass never comes up green?

And after 27 years I just wanna say I’m OK
Found all these problems
Solving them would take me away

To where the scenery is such a perfect blue
But maybe I don’t have the guts to choose
Can’t think twice when there’s nothing left to lose
Well maybe that’s the truth, but here’s the news

Is it ever gonna be alright?
Is it ever gonna be alright?

And the scenery could be so much improved
But I’m not sure where this train’s going to
Your perfect world could easily come unglued
I’m trying now, what else is a boy to do
But fight

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