There was a time when I was strong but that was long ago
I made so many plans and un-compromised demands all my ducks missed their rows
I felt like a carney juggling so much I about lost my mind
Found no connection and misread directions I was beginning to go blind
I want to go where distraction is a sin
Nothing's required at the don't drop inn
Mood swing shifting high and low without a warning or a sign
Ears keep ringing from self doubt singing the saddest song in slow time
I lust for praise I can't get enough oh how it makes me smile
Found no restrictions for my convictions and I've been searching for a while
I'm lost for words and I can't explain what I don't understand
I've nothing to show and all I got left to throw are these stones in my hand
There is one thing that I got to bring
This glorified hobby on a broken wing
There is a place where shadiness wins
Just bring your baggage to the don't drop inn

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Samuel Cotner