This town can't keep moving
From underneath our feet
Underneath our feet
My eyes are chafing from the friction
Because change is my only addiction
Watch days pass and hope they never happen again
We're demoralizing ourselves
As we take the wrong books from the shelves
I can't hold it in any longer
I can't fight, I can't fight
But we'll be alright
You've got the pen
And I got the knives
Because it's just what we do with our nine to fives
If you hold tight just a little bit longer
Hold on just a little bit stronger
We'll make it out alive
Can't fight, can't fight
But we'll be alright
Monday
Sunday
Towards You
Love, I'll be alright tonight
I'll be alright tonight
As I walk along the stepping stones
Oh, darling I'll be alright tonight
As long as you promise me you won't ever forget
The colors you laced within my bones
I'll be alright tonight
As I walk along the stepping stones
Oh, darling I'll be alright tonight
As long as you promise me you won't ever forget
The colors you laced within my bones
Saturday
I Wanted to Fly

The day you went away
Was the last day I died
So I said God make me strong
Don't let my heart rest
There's so much inside of me
And I never know
When I'll break
But I will yearn to fly
To alleviate the gravity
That's running through my veins
I let my reds and blues
And ones and twos
loose the day before
I was reminded that destiny
Settles the score
There's so much inside of me
And I never know
When I'll break
Or how far I will fly
If I can't find the eagle's nest amidst all the blue
Know that I'm flying everyday until I fall
In your arms and the scorekeeper gives in
Lets us win
Surrendering everything he took
On the day I died
But I'll say God make me strong
Don't let my heart rest
There's so much inside of me
It's shaking and rattling at my core
And I'm trying so hard just to make sure
I get up to fly before I hit my bedroom floor
Oh, I'll get up to fly
Get up to fly
Before I hit my bedroom floor
Birds and Oxygen
As long as these Floridian overcast skies
Don't ever become the color of my eyes
My wrist can tell time
So give in and let me breathe
Blue plastic pens speak louder than you ever could
Place this awful chartreuse
Outside my window
And hideous marrow in my bones
But my eagle flies higher than your pigeon Florida
So give in and let me breathe
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