The Mess I'm In - Ashbury Heights

Falling down a hole

And pretending that I’m in control

Make it like I’m flying

Soaring into parts unknown

Coming down like dead weight

Trying hard to feel alive

Head above the water

Struggling against the tide

Friday I was thirteen

Saturday I’m buried

Underneath the beating

Burden that I carried

Everything was torn apart

Right from the start

Right from the start

Sunday I revive

And keep up the decline

Monday I arrive

And then I realize

That everything was torn apart

Right from the start

Right from the start

Oh yeah right from the start

Walking in a tightrope

Trying hard to miss the ground

Denial is my balance

I wear it like a worn out crown

Walking up in shambles

Never going back to sleep

Whatever I have left

Is something that I aim to keep