Die Laughing from Head Empty by Zachary West & The Good Grief

I'm so sick of nostalgia
Living in between the memories
I'll remember where I came from
I'm trying to figure out where to go
The roads are paved with gold and lined with hope

Look for the patterns
Move your hands to part the seas
I don't think we'll sink but will we float?

Lead the way out
Of this worn out place
Raise your head
We'll cross our fingers
I don't think it's enough for me
Enough not to care
But I hope I die laughing
But I hope I die laughing

I'm so sick of keeping balance
Fighting gravity with every step
Feeling the weight of where I came from
(Where we came from)
God knows it's been a weird year, for us both
Having nothing but bridges burned and nowhere
Nowhere left to go

We're creatures of our comforts
Move your hands to part the seas
I don't think we'll sink but will we float?
Lead the way out
Of this worn out place
Raise your head, we'll cross our fingers
I don't think it's enough for me
Enough not to care
But I hope I die laughing
But I hope I die laughing

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• poprock
• Howell Township