I'm thinking over it. I think too much. It hinders my spirit when there's never enough. Shell-game sleight of hand to wish for something more. Honest husbands, cheating wives, generous buyers, greedy stores.
chorus: "I'll get through it, I'll get through it." I'll say it ten times over : "I'll get through it, I'll get through it... I'm better than this. (x3)
That's what anchors me (I mean it weighs me down). I Can't give thanks to fear, can't say no to crowds. Guess I'll just play dumb, shouldn't be too hard. Peaceful people, violent guns, sober drivers, drunken cars.