Catapult

Only to lose my foothold
Me inside giving up for real
The slope is hard
Theres got to be someone
Got to find a way out of a bind
My legs grow numb
Theres cotton in my eyes
Driving down to the sea
Gonna step right off
This state of mine
Can I frequently steer clear
Of my fate that catapults my sack
Of oranges
Or are there too many problems
To withhold no ones hand because
Of the overflow
Never live enough
When do I fill up
Summers getting old
And Im still out of it
Feel the power wane
Gotta shine you off
Gonna step right off
This state of mine