Žodžiai dainai: Ten Foot Pole. Bad Mother Trucker. Riptide.

i couldve lied
the truth a needle in your eye
the wound a band-aid wont heal
but i persist
and try to tell it
like it is
whats the point if were not real?

[Chorus]
riptide sweeps me out to drown
flailing arms and aching chest the more
i struggle,the more it wears me down
how long can i hold my breath?

another test
you used to say i was the best so
proud to walk by my side
now you see everything thats wrong with me
can you accept it
will you try?

[Chorus]

rolling
choking
still im kicking
driftig farther out to sea
i wont let go of
my dim hopes somehow
youll make it out to me