Riptide

(album: Bad Mother Trucker - 2002)

I could've lied
The truth a needle in your eye
The wound a band-aid won't heal
But I persist
And try to tell it like it is
What's the point if we're not real?

Riptide sweeps me out to drown
Flailing arms and aching chest
The more I struggle, the more it wears me down
How long can I hold my breath?

Another test
You used to say I was the best
So proud to walk by my side
Now you see
All the shit that's wrong with me
Can you accept it? Will you try?

Riptide sweeps me out to drown
Flailing arms and aching chest
The more I struggle, the more it drags me down
How long can I hold my breath?

Rolling choking
Still I'm kicking
Drifting farther out to sea
I won't let go
Of my dim hopes somehow
You'll make it out to me

Rolling choking
Still I'm kicking
Drifting farther out to sea
I won't let go
Of my dim hopes somehow
You'll make it out to me