Early Graves - Senses Fail

I call to question, the things in question

I think I think too much, I think I’m sure

That that’s a problem and that’s a reason

Why I always fucking shut the door

On everyone I have ever loved before

I’m willing to just shut myself down

And let the good things go right under my door

I finally found a reason I can open up to something more

Cause I was always taking the salt from the sea

To water down the soil that’s soaking deep

I was suffocating something inside of me

When it just needed to breathe

I would never dare call myself brave

I have made a choice to walk my own way

I would rather than choose to stumble the roads unpaved

Heading to an early grave

But if I question, all this in questions…

Will that just take me back to where I came from?

Cause I don’t want to ever feel that way again, that way again

Cause all that I got was a dead end heart

Desperately conserving, searching roads in the dark

For a spark to help me hit restart

Cause everything I do will come back to me times two

This is the first time that I’ve got something I don’t wanna lose

I feel like I have finally found the balance

To rebound, and the waves in the sound they surround me

Like a net to catch me in the act

In the case and event that the present presents challenges over my head