Turn the Waters Around

Can I trust you for a while Cause I've been falling out of my hand lately You couldn't keep pretending you were me So you were pretending to be the closest of mine Now you're tidying up the cabinets for me And I'm waiting for my rise or your rise You took so much sailing like a boat on my holy waters So I learned to wake up just a little bit earlier I own a clock for every time you're showing me the wrong way I own a clock for every time you're showing the way the wrong way And I, I guess it doesn't matter as long as I just keep going Step by step Maybe I really did hit my lowest Who am I to judge my existence splattered amongst waves So I lay comfortably in the boiling water waiting for the tea, with my stick to turn the waters around Girls age fast to keep the pace with your ignorance And who can blame them for that? All I have to do is grow up Peeling the skin that has offended the gods