Undone - Driver Friendly

If I shouted to the angels

Would they even know my name?

I’m not alright, on some nights

Fighting the weight of possibilities

Of futures unseen

You say come what may

I’m getting nervous and anxious

Always starved for patience

Pathetic patterns form places of complacence

You say come what may

We don’t care, we don’t care what may come

We come clean so we can come undone

Mistakes as religion, we’re not alright

Then excused by tradition

We’re not alright on some nights

Fighting the weight of possibilities

Of futures unseen

Run, run into me

Run out of words to explain

Run like wild horses through the rain