Anchored

Worried I'll never leave my hometown

I'll be glued to the floor of the same house

Driving through the same streets at dawn

I rode my bike past the same lawns

The only thing changed are the wheels that I'm on

Getting less sleep from the sheer thought of cycles

Must be the reason we go down in spirals

Following in steps that aren't mine

Wake up at 5:00, draw the blinds at 9:00

I don't wanna live someone else's life

So I, I, I

Move with the waves of the tide-ide-ide

Despite how I'm anchored and tied-ied-ied

Down to the floors that can't hold me

Down to the people who know me

Scared that I'll make the call to just settle

I'll believe being free is detrimental

Pushing down the feelings I find

Buried in paperwork and pressed pant lines

I'm scared that I'll call it off before trying

So I, I, I

Move with the ways of the tide-ide-ide

Despite how I'm anchored and tied-ied-ied

Down to the floors that can't hold me

Down to the people who know me