I blog far too much.

I know it's such a cheesy song, but honestly, I connect with it so much.

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us. It's time to make a move, I'm shaking off the dust. I've got my heart set on anywhere but here. I'm staring down myself, I'm counting up the years.

Steady hands just take the wheel. Every glance is killing me. Time to make one last appeal for the life I live.
Stop and stare,I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yeah, I know everyone gets scared. But I become what I can't be. Oh, stop and stare. You start to wonder why you're here, not there. And you'd give anything to get what's fair. But fair ain't what you really need, oh can you see what I see?

It's trying to come back all my senses push untie the weight bags, I never thought I could.

Steady feet don't fail me now. I'm-a run till you can't walk. But something pulls my focus out, and I'm standing down.

Stop and stare,I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yeah, I know everyone gets scared. But I become what I can't be. Oh, stop and stare. You start to wonder why you're here, not there. And you'd give anything to get what's fair. But fair ain't what you really need, oh can you see what I see?

Stop and start. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yeah I know that everyone gets scared, I become what I cant be. Oh, do you see what I see?