Balance - All Get Out

Standing still

I dropped a quarter in your wishing well

Echoed back

I don’t want to feel this, I don’t want to feel that

I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be that

Lover you love me

Everybody know it’s true

And I get self involved

I don’t know if I’m well

You pull your weight in burden

Both your hands are hurting

Are you coming home this year, next week

Burn the pastor’s kids

And find a new lament

Make a home to bury pointless dreams

Just don’t, don’t let go

Come on, I love you

Come on, I love you

Georgia bound

All you bastards just making me look bad

I’m starving now

I don’t know if I’m well

You pull your weight in burden

Both your hands are hurting

Are you coming home this year, next week

Burn the pastor’s kids

And find a new lament

Make a home to bury pointless dreams

Just hold on

Hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on

Just don’t, don’t let go

Don’t let go

Don’t let go