Driving Home

I know the sink
And the rot got feeling: Is this happening to me
And I know what it's like to want to end it all

Driving home between the lines in the road
I swear that I've been through this before
When nothing makes much sense
Except for doing yourself in
Razor blades are hard to hold

When we're
Hit in the heart with
Problems that won't shift
It's hard to admit that we're afraid
When we're
Hit in the head with
Unanswered questions that repeat
How could I ever live after this day

We can take the hits and grow tougher
Collect ourselves to live longer
And find there is no need to be afraid
Because
We all have more to offer
When we struggle to cope with
Whatever it takes to make your days
We all have what it takes to make your days
We all have what it takes to make it home
We all have what it takes