Half Past Three

I'm sick of missing out, feeling like I'm beaten down
I'm telling you, I'm tired of losing
Like I'm underneath the uncontrollable things
I'm running sprints, but I ain't ever moving

And it reduces me to a crawl
And I just can't seem to deal with it all

I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break
And I'm going 95 for no good reason down the interstate
'Cause your dog gets sick and your parents get old
And everything that used to stick
Well, I just can't seem to hold on too long

And the world's ablaze, everybody's got something to say
And hope is getting pushed to the fringes
I'm filled with doubt and feeling like
Nothing ever gets done around here
The doors are hanging on the hinges

I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break
And I'm going 95 for no good reason down the interstate
'Cause your dog gets sick and your parents get old
And everything that used to stick
Well, I just can't seem to hold on too long, yeah

He was a brother to me, and just like that, he's gone
I don't know what made him do it
If there was something I could have done more for him

And it's half past three
And I'm laying awake, you're sleeping next to me
And the rain hits the street
You put your hand on my chest and I pull you into me