Into the Comfort - The Dangerous Summer

Seasons of keeping up

With that constant pace

And those reasons that tell me

Not to live consciously

I’m thinking of home

Yeah, what am I doing?

Just leave me alone

I’m not seeing clearly here at all

Losing the grip

I stand before I get stuck

Those thoughts get thrown away

And I move on

Yeah, I was hoping

Those days would just carry over;

Right past the breaking

Into the comfort

Standing on the verge of losing it

Any bad day might knock me over

Leaning on the curb of ignorance

And everyone says they’ve yet to know why

I’m thinking of her

And how she is doing

Still dreaming of ways

To try and construe it

I’m dealing with problems

Still, I know

And this is the only place I can go

I’m thinking of home

Yeah, what am I doing?

I live like a ghost

And you can see through it

This isn’t my problem

But who’s gonna lose

It’s all in the mood

That I woke up in