Even though I want to I don't know if I can
Even though it's written down it's not much of a plan
Even though it feels like my dreams are slowly slipping through my hands
Dying trying to resist the strife of life and its demands
I guess I'm okay with time, its irreversible decay
As I lay, fully at a loss for words or what to say
Even though I'm floating the current is quite strong
Even though I'm rowing, the direction feels so wrong
Do I cast my anchor in a port where I don't feel like I belong?
The water isn't deep, do I take a leap or let the boat just scrape along?
Tongue tied as I'm looking back I wonder if I tried
Eyes wide, the boy who was a wolf but never cried
Soy sauced and I wonder as I wander if I'm lost
The game tossed and I'm fumbling to calculate the cost
Permafrost melting from the heat and fumes of the exhaust
Eyes glossed to all the bridges that were burned but never crossed
Eyes glossed to bridges that I burn but never cross
All the bridges that I burn but never cross
