Standing still I dropped a quarter in your wishing well Echoed back I don’t want to feel this, I don’t want to feel that I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be that
Lover you love me Everybody know it’s true And I get self involved I don’t know if I’m well
You pull your weight in burden Both your hands are hurting Are you coming home this year, next week Burn the pastors kids And find a new lament Make a home to bury pointless dreams Just don’t, don’t let go
Come on, I love you Come on, I love you
Georgia bound All you bastards just making me look bad I’m starving now I don’t know if I’m well
You pull your weight in burden Both your hands are hurting Are you coming home this year, next week Burn the pastors kids And find a new lament Make a home to bury pointless dreams Just hold on