Groundswell

We're all dying in the living room

Wait on this life that's not yours

I've been looking in windows

I figure there's one good person on every block

I found only signs of life within these dead end streets

I left my mark with dry erase

So fucking drunk at 3 am

I've been moving, moving

Now I'm anchored, anchored

Drowning in options

I'm going to war

With couches and routine

And myself

All these cities I should have never left

All the times I shouldn't have let you wait up on me

I left my mark with dry erase

So fucking drunk at 3 am

I've been walking, walking

In my sleep

Drowning in options

We're all dying in the living room

Wait on this life that's not yours

I've been breathing under open skies

Keep moving because it feels so right