Wasted

Quarter mile off of the road Tryin' to find a place for my soul And everything ebbs as it flows Towards the shallow water I need you to carry the load Tryin' to find a strong foothold And into the dust we can go Towards the shallow water Take time to bleed But try to manage We try to bandage Our needs Calloused hands are dry to the bone With sunken eyes and hair windblown A sandpaper tongue could be shown Towards the shallow water I've had my mistakes condoned It's backbreaking work to own It's hard not to lose control In The Shallow Water Take time to bleed But try to manage We try to bandage Our needs Wasted I've been wasted Every day every hour So Complacent