Undertow - Household

Dirty streets and the unpaved plans

Take me back home to where it all began

I want to fist fight with the good old days

They ditched me for a worse tomorrow

Sweep me up into the undertow

A little more safety — a little more you

I’ve been feeling not quite not myself

Wake me up — wash me of

I’ve got lessons to learn

Trust me with this, you don’t need to know

Everything you think you need to know

I’ve held high the thought of growing old

A pleasant hope to find my home

Why do you run so far past my limits?

Can’t you see my open hand and the good things in it?

How you see me eclipses what I’ve done

Maybe I’ve misheard my name all along

I can’t stand straight, when I’m alone

I’ve been beaten down with my mistakes

Sweep me up into the undertow

A little more safety — a little more you

I’ve been feeling not quite not myself

Wake me up — wash me of my selfishness

I’ve got lessons to learn