I need to hear it, the sound of a perfectly calm lake in the northern woods,
backed by the brightness of the stars.
I need to see that blackness, that blackness that will bring you to your knees
and you’ll see yourself forcing your lungs to breath.
What once was clear is now static, I should drop this act like a bad habit.
With every single second that seems to slip away.
An hour hand comes back again to slap me in the face.
It’s hard to simply focus on getting through the day when your heart isn’t in the right place.
It’s gonna be ok, this is what you came out here to find
although it’s hard to be dealt such heavy cards.
These thoughts will fade away and the sound of a perfectly calm lake
in the northern woods will do just what they should.