Can’t you see, can’t you see?
I’m not that interesting
I wanna be
I wanna be
A cog in the machine

I’m taking the aching along with the mirth
Relatable pain — feeling the loss of being so heard

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing

I’m falling free
falling free
From fear and anxiety
I wanna breathe
I wanna breathe
And be here now

Partaking in faith has brought me to the floor
Mistaken for shakin’ an 8 ball til it scores

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing

I’m free, gonna prop up my feet
I’m free, so I roll up my sleeves
And do something, prove nothing

/

Life in a circus ring
Balancing wants and needs
Things never really seem
To go as planned
To go as planned

In constant oscillation
Rollercoaster vocation
Am I on the Oregon trail?
I don’t think that this will end well

Welcome to dish island
(Land) where my dreams thrive
(I’ve) got my music
(Sick) of these suburban blues

I’ve spent all my tokens
Are all these games broken?
Cuz even when I win
There’s no payout
There’s no payout

Why do I even risk it?
Prizes aren’t worth the tickets
Keep drawing an empty pail
At this point I’m just like “Oh Well”

At this point I’m just like “Oh Well”

Welcome to dish island
(Land) where my dreams thrive
(I’ve) got my music
(Sick) of these suburban blues

Mississippi country Tennessee
Something in between
Glossy and gritty

Welcome to dish island
(Land) where my dreams thrive
(I’ve) got my music
(Sick) of these suburban blues

Mississippi country Tennessee
Something in between
Glossy and gritty