Anchor

Cristina, I'm tired of being so far away
Yeah, I'm still here; I'm not going
What if I try and stop?
I'm responsible for you
Until the anchor breaks
Four years ahead
What are you thinking?
I feel so together
I need you now
You have faith, but I know that I won't last
Aren't we so tired of waiting for days to end?
How do we tread on when these f**kers are making our plans?
Dear everyone, I've been thinking
I feel misrepresented
Things are moving too slow; I want the control of this
"There's got to be some kind of way out of here."
It's a lie to only yourself
When people have you figured, carvings that read, "idle will kill."
Goddamn, it gets so hard not knowing what's going on
All the while I carry your cross
Who owns these desires?
You haven't said a word but I understand