Final Call

It's the final call
The bus stopped some time ago
My breath's fogging up
On tempered glass windows

And the skies open up
When I'm on my way home
Oh the pressure's enough
Finding patience alone

Sick of getting up
And the weight of the world
Life's getting tough
When it feels undeserved

Staring at my feet
Holding up my arms
I'm tirelessly weak
Speaking out my palms


Is it good for your health?
Making endless demands
Have you lost yourself?
Watch it slip through your hands