Save Me (Acoustic)
Waking up on Sunday, got so much on my mind
I'm waiting for someway to restore all my pride
Just moving through the motions; pass everybody by
Uprooting all the hopeless thoughts that fill up my mind
Can you save me now?
Will you lay me down?
'Cause I've got so much to say
But its all too late
Waking up on Monday; the seasons gone away
Back to chasing all that money that sweetens my dismay
I'm stuck in a daydream; my minds not really here
I'm drunk on obscene archetypes of a corporate feel
Can you save me now?
Will you lay me down?
'Cause I've got so much to say
But its all too late
Can you save me now?
Will you lay me down?
'Cause I've got so much to say
But its all too late
How could a wretch man be found precious?
How could a wretch man be found precious?
How could a wretch man be found precious?
How could a wretch man be found precious?
Its too late
Writer/s: Josiah Snader
