Thought I saw you last night
On the road, you were driving home
I felt the knot grow in my throat
It's never easy to think about it
I could dwell on all the things that I've done wrong
The resentment's got its hold on me
Got it's hold on me
I'm losing sight and I can't save myself
From being unable to think correctly
Like I'm expecting
It gets harder
It gets harder
It gets harder
Give up or grow up
I can't carry the weight for too long
I'll collapse under the pressure
Trying to go to the well one too many times
Still in my head it's all I hear
Still in my head it's all I hear
Words that I wrote from past years
This is the last time I swear