Paroles de Maybe Hope

What's the best way to let off steam Should I count all my failures Whiskey soaked while I'm falling asleep Not something I can't shake off In my morning apology to myself I wonder why I let myself be the worst thing to me I tend to a dreamless garden Drown roots of a future ahead Fantasy standing on its own Built by boredom of strangers Break some bread with anyone who listens In no rush to cast off clouds I let myself be the worst thing to me I tend to a dreamless garden Drown roots of a future ahead What I need I cannot express What I need I fear has gone