The Meadows - Dear Seattle

Unsettled, unfazed today

By the things I hear you saying

A bottle broken

So soft spoken

When you can’t keep drinking

But you won’t go home

Cause you know what’s coming up

If you’re sitting drunk at home alone

Cause we’re all so helpless

When we’re on our own

So on and on and on we go

Fuck being sad

I’m so over it

Fuck having my head

Three feet in the sand

You’re not lost

Don’t be scared

You’ve gotta start building on the hope that you spared

Trust me, I know you’ll get through it

I’ve done it before it’s just in your head

Fuck being sad

I’m so over it

Fuck having my head

Three feet in the sand

Let go of what you took

Your hands are tied back

Forget how it looks

To be despondent

Fuck being sad

I’m so over it

Fuck having my head

Three feet in the sand