Where I Lay Songtext
von Movements
Where I Lay Songtext
I fear I′m bad at life
No excuses I can offer
I can't seem to get it right
And no flood could keep me watered
I wanted to be something
I only wanted to be something
In the garden where I lay
All the flowers bloom but me
I′m staring at the sun and taking rain
Still I can't help but feel so out of place
Where I lay, where I lay
Well, I don't think I belong here
No, I don′t think I belong
Whether a crowd or an ocean
I′m out of place in it all
I got friends, I got love
Will they last? And how long?
'Til I′m alone again and convincеd that it's all my fault
I wanted to be something
Wantеd to fit in
Would′ve given anything
Want to be something
Wanted to fit in
Could I take a different shape?
In the garden where I lay
All the flowers bloom but me
I'm staring at the sun and taking rain
Still I can′t help but feel so out of place
Where I lay, where I lay
I guess in the end, I'm just a kid
Learning my lessons and desperate to fit
I guess in the end, my colors don't mix
White in the knuckles, blue in the lips
In the garden where I lay
All the flowers bloom but me
Think I′m broken, think I′m torn
Got no roses, only thorns
I don't think I want to be me anymore
No excuses I can offer
I can't seem to get it right
And no flood could keep me watered
I wanted to be something
I only wanted to be something
In the garden where I lay
All the flowers bloom but me
I′m staring at the sun and taking rain
Still I can't help but feel so out of place
Where I lay, where I lay
Well, I don't think I belong here
No, I don′t think I belong
Whether a crowd or an ocean
I′m out of place in it all
I got friends, I got love
Will they last? And how long?
'Til I′m alone again and convincеd that it's all my fault
I wanted to be something
Wantеd to fit in
Would′ve given anything
Want to be something
Wanted to fit in
Could I take a different shape?
In the garden where I lay
All the flowers bloom but me
I'm staring at the sun and taking rain
Still I can′t help but feel so out of place
Where I lay, where I lay
I guess in the end, I'm just a kid
Learning my lessons and desperate to fit
I guess in the end, my colors don't mix
White in the knuckles, blue in the lips
In the garden where I lay
All the flowers bloom but me
Think I′m broken, think I′m torn
Got no roses, only thorns
I don't think I want to be me anymore
Writer(s): Austin Cressey, Ira George, Patrick Miranda, Spencer York, Will Yip Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com