I Try

8am as i crawl towards the city
Reliving this 9 to 5 nightmare i have been living for 10 years now
You are the anchor that holds me to these streets on nights when i would give anything to just float away
On winter mornings when my hands are so cold i find it so hard to walk out of that front door
But ive got rent to pay and nothing but time to waste
Sometimes i feel homesick for a home that doesnt belong to me anymore
And sometimes i wonder if my key still fits that door
This year i promise to stop running down dead end streets
This year i promise to be myself
This year i promise not to care so much
This year i promise to try...