Tekster: Draft (The). In A Million Pieces. The Tide Is Out.

Cease and desist
I don't think that I'll miss
All the straight laced mind games
Following us around
Cease and desist
I don't think that I'll miss
Feeling so wasted and wanting more
Every second out...
Cause it had me worn
Down to nothing but torn pieces
Reaching beaches
Not even sure if it was dry land
But the tide is out
And I got my feet down

The farther you get
The harder it seems to get
To keep up with things
Some days it's hard to just keep yourself moving
But the tide is out
And I got my feet down