Washed Up

I used to know How to leave here once But now I'm back again The sand beneath me As I wait On the shore that seems to Be my fate Fighting Imagined pain Efforts All in vain Time to Exercise Some control over this thing In my life Do do do do It's time You'd try to swim across but you'd get swept up by the tide, It's time These weeds just keep on growing In my ground And I cannot help but think They're why I'm feeling down I dig a hole and then I'll dig one more Maybe then I will find What I'm looking for Do do do do It's time You'd try to swim across but you'd get swept up by the tide, It's time I guess there really Is no end To this pointless fight That I'm in