I'm Getting Too Old for This Shit - Open Letters

It’s irrational, the thought won’t break beyond the skull

It feels like the answer when there is no one else to call

Can’t tell my best friends or my siblings

Siblings

So hang me to dry

Don’t worry in the morning, I slept right through the night

Hang me to dry

Oh, don’t worry in the morning, I slept right through the night

I’ll float to shore and then you’ll find me

And wrap your arms around me

Wrap your arms

I’ll float to shore and then you’ll find me

And wrap your arms around me

Wrap your arms, oh

I can feel the dissonance between losing the ones you love and trying

Oh, I’m trying to make it through

Through

Through

So hang me to dry

Oh, don’t worry in the morning, I slept right through the night