Notions

Listen to myself complain, candid's started to phase me.
My heart bled into my brain, and the mess made me crazy.

I

I could quit any time.

Roll the water, let it go. Shed the skin that life gave me.
Chariot comes swinging low. Not so low it could save me.

I

I could make any climb.

But I've got style.

I've got class.

So i wont hurt you

the way I know I could.

Cause I've got thoughts.

I've got these notions.

And they're making waking up feel like a gutter again.