The Meadows

Unsettled, unfazed today
 By the things I hear you saying
 A bottle broken
 So soft spoken
 When you can't keep drinking
 But you won't go home
 Cause you know what's coming up
 If you're sitting drunk at home alone
 Cause we're all so helpless
 When we're on our own
 So on and on and on we go
 Fuck being sad
 I'm so over it
 Fuck having my head,
 Three feet in the sand
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 You're not lost
 Don't be scared
 You've gotta start building on the hope that you spare
 Trust me, I know you'll get through it
 I've done it before it's just in your head
 Fuck being sad
 I'm so over it
 Fuck having my head,
 Three feet in the sand
 Let go of what you took
 Your hands are tied back
 Forget how it looks,
 To be despondent
 Fuck being sad
 I'm so over it
 Fuck having my head,
 Three feet in the sand