Surfing On The Waves Of Depression

Every word from you, everything
Is a gift left unwrapped by me
My soul sings in sonnets, but my mouth is sewn shut
I’m the bud who forgot to open up

I could blame music, or blame the road
The truth is my circuits overload
But still every wire, and every vein
Must serve its purpose in the pouring rain

I’ve always been this way
The garden’s colors eventually fade away

When I get frustrated every harmless observation gets me down
In endless television on a permanent vacation all alone
I hold the triple crown

Monday every reason the birds might sing in my eyes was a mystery
On Tuesday I sang so loud, that I couldn’t come down
Like my wings never felt the frozen ground

I’ve always been this way
The songbird’s colors eventually fade away

I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
I’m gonna ride like I don’t know how to swim
I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore
I’m going surfing on the waves of depression
I want to try but don’t know where to begin
I don’t need no board, won’t see me no more
Cause I don’t care if I get back to shore