Off the Record - Tell Me When

If peace were a pill I wonder if I'd pop it
Keep it in a bag inside of my wallet
To calm the machine that's chugging in my head
Maybe even sleep when I go to bed

I lie awake at night and count all the ways
I could be crushed under the weight
The weight of the things that could come to be
Every single tiny catastrophe

Tell me I can make it on my own
I've got this sinking fear that you're not coming home
And my best-laid plans
They're written in the sand

Sometimes I think what's holding me together
Are the strings tied, tether to tether
A bridge to a neck, a head to the heart
And if they were to snap, yeah I'd fall apart

So I'll set roots deep underground
Thick and strong, yeah they'll hood me down
So I don't fly away with changes in the weather
Successfully learn the art of surrender

Tell me I can make it on my own
I've got this sinking fear that you're not coming home
And my best-laid plans
They're written in the sand

Tell me when I'll have it figured out
I've got this sinking fear that time is running out
And my best-laid plans
They're written in the sand

Written by:
Christopher Gross, Julian Haddad

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