More songs by Ruston Kelly
Description
Mastering Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer, Background Vocalist: Jarrad K
Recording Engineer: Alex Gilson
Mastering Engineer: Paul Blakemore
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Background Vocalist: Ruston Kelly
Background Vocalist: Tim Kelly
Background Vocalist: Abigail Kelly
Background Vocalist: Sherre Kelly
Background Vocalist: Tia Cubelic
Background Vocalist: Libby Maddox
Background Vocalist: Dean Maddox
Background Vocalist: Pam Cubelic
Background Vocalist: Charles Cubelic
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm sick of missing out, feeling like I'm beaten down.
I'm telling you, I'm tired of losing.
Like I'm underneath the uncontrollable things.
I'm running sprints, but I ain't ever moving.
And it reduces me to crawl, and I just can't seem to deal with it all.
I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break, and I'm going ninety-five for no good reason down the interstate.
'Cause your dog gets sick, and your parents get old, and everything that used to stick, well, I just can't seem to hold on to 'em.
And the world's ablaze, everybody's got something to say, and hope is getting pushed to the fringes.
I'm filled with doubt and feeling like nothing ever gets done around here.
The doors are hanging on the hinges.
I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break, and I'm going ninety-five for no good reason down the interstate.
'Cause your dog gets sick, and your parents get old, and everything that used to stick, well, I just can't seem to hold on to 'em. Yeah!
He was a brother to me, and just like that, he's gone.
I'll never know what made him do it, if there was something I could have done more for him.
And it's half past three, and I'm laying awake.
You're sleeping next to me, and the rain hits the street.
You put your hand on my chest, and I pull you into me.
English translation
I'm sick of missing out, feeling like I'm beaten down.
I'm telling you, I'm tired of losing.
Like I'm underneath the uncontrollable things.
I'm running sprints, but I ain't ever moving.
And it reduces me to crawl, and I just can't seem to deal with it all.
I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break, and I'm going ninety-five for no good reason down the interstate.
'Cause your dog gets sick, and your parents get old, and everything that used to stick, well, I just can't seem to hold on to 'em.
And the world's ablaze, everybody's got something to say, and hope is getting pushed to the fringes.
I'm filled with doubt and feeling like nothing ever gets done around here.
The doors are hanging on the hinges.
I just want something that I can hold that doesn't break, and I'm going ninety-five for no good reason down the interstate.
'Cause your dog gets sick, and your parents get old, and everything that used to stick, well, I just can't seem to hold on to 'em. Yeah!
He was a brother to me, and just like that, he's gone.
I'll never know what made him do it, if there was something I could have done more for him.
And it's half past three, and I'm laying awake.
You're sleeping next to me, and the rain hits the street.
You put your hand on my chest, and I pull you into me.