Maybe Hope

What's the best way to let off steam
Should I count all my failures
Whiskey soaked while I'm falling asleep
Not something I can't shake off
In my morning apology to myself I wonder why
I let myself be the worst thing to me

I tend to a dreamless garden
Drown roots of a future ahead

Fantasy standing on its own
Built by boredom of strangers
Break some bread with anyone who listens
In no rush to cast off clouds
I let myself be the worst thing to me

I tend to a dreamless garden
Drown roots of a future ahead

What I need
I cannot express
What I need
I fear has gone