Hunting Season

Asking questions, about finding answers My thoughts they float, like crippled dancers Who am I to cure them all Who am I to pretend I'm not small Cause some days I feel I wanna last And some days I wish it were the last Do I need a reason to live ? It's just hunting season my deer Let me love and let me cry Just don't ask me why Look at how we spend, our lives sister Til the very end, we try to reach for another Find ourselves facing a wall Counting down to the last call And some days I feel I wanna last And some days I wish it were the last What do I know, but maybe Feeling alive and free Is just knowing that we Have the choice not to be