Morning bled at the water’s edge
The city was bringing me down.
And my mind was on the ledge
Saying who’s gonna help you now?
Without sun we pull what feeds us
from the heat that’s in-between us.
How can we expect to build a boat
With seagulls running everything?
Hard. You make it hard. Hard.
Its all the opposite I think
The ladder runs side to side.
Enough to make you want a drink-
But there’s no place to hide.
Watching shadows within shadows,
They hide their dark selves from the sun,
And her voice is just a memory,
You’re not fooling anyone.
Hard. You make it hard. Hard.