(Back on my feet)
When everything falls down and around
I'll be the fucked up kid trying to stay afloat in this town
But my ship has it's holes and everybody knows
I'm sinking down (Oh)
To the bottom of the sea (Oh)
Tell myself that this was meant to be
Anchors up
Anchors up
Let's get out of this place
Set sail for anywhere but here
Anchors up
Anchors up and away
I've been tied down for too long
Everyday I was drowning in doubt
Such a sinking feeling I'd never get out
And it cuts so deep
Through bone and grief
It feels so good to be back on my feet
Well maybe it's just a run of bad luck
Telling myself that I deserve too much
But my daggers are sharp
And all my friends keep singing
I know that everything happens for a reason
But your life seems to have no meaning
You're getting older and I'll always be young
After a long year
This is the closet I've been
To just fitting in
Don't swing misguided fists my way
Don't tell us how you feel
And If you're gonna talk be real
Bearing a clumsy grip
Will surely sink this ship
And if it goes down
We go down with it (We won't go down)
These Toronto indie rockers have a jagged sound and restless energy that would fit right in storied mid-late '90s Olympia, WA. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2017