[Verse 1] I bought a new notebook just to write down the days Like if I color-code the chaos, it’ll all go away But my jaw’s been tight for a couple of months Trying to do a thousand different things all at once I tell the neighbors that I’m doing just fine While I’m drowning in a pool of my own design [Pre-Chorus] But the tighter I grip, the faster it slips I’m so tired of building on sinking sand Yeah, I’m done trying to be the woman with the plan [Chorus] 'Cause nobody here has it figured out We’re just masking the shakes and white-knuckling the doubt I’ve been acting like I have to carry the sky When I’m just a human who’s too proud to cry So I’m giving it up—all the strings I’ve been pulling Every tomorrow I’ve been over-schooling I’m letting You have it, the good and the blurred 'Cause You’ve got me, God, and I’m taking Your word [Verse 2] It’s a quiet confession at three in the morning When the rain on the window is giving a warning That I can’t stop the weather, I can’t change the tide No matter how many times I try I was taught to believe if you just apply force You can bend any river right back to its course But the water keeps running right over the stone And it’s a beautiful thing to not do this alone [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the tighter I grip, the faster it slips I’m so tired of building on sinking sand I am handing it over, it's out of my hands [Chorus] 'Cause nobody here has it figured out We’re just masking the shakes and white-knuckling the doubt I’ve been acting like I have to carry the sky When I’m just a human who’s too proud to cry So I’m giving it up—all the strings I’ve been pulling Every tomorrow I’ve been over-schooling I’m letting You have it, the good and the blurred 'Cause You’ve got me, God, and I’m taking Your word [Bridge] It’s a strange kind of freedom to finally admit That I’m not the anchor, I’m just part of the ship I am the traveler, I’m not the road And I wasn't built for this size of a load So I breathe out the worry, I let my hands drop And for the first time... the spinning stops [Chorus] 'Cause nobody here has it figured out We’re just masking the shakes and white-knuckling the doubt I’ve been acting like I have to carry the sky When I’m just a human who’s too proud to cry So I’m giving it up—all the strings I’ve been pulling Every tomorrow I’ve been over-schooling I’m letting You have it, the good and the blurred 'Cause You’ve got me, God, and I’m taking Your word [Outro] Let You write the page... My hands are open now. No more white-knuckling. Yeah, You’ve got me.
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