TALES OF DOMINICA

Woke up on the floor Oh, this plastic bed don't blow up no more In this broken home Everyone becomes predictable Oh, sometimes you're angry Sometimes you're hurting Sometimes you're all alone Sometimes I'm anxious Sometimes it makes me feel like there's only now I've been living at my lowest, it's safe to say Hope my little bit of hope don't fade away I've been living on an island made from faith Can't go running back to home I can't face her face Finally grown Ain't nothing like I hoped it would be Out on my own I'm floating in an ocean-less sea Could I be wrong Was everybody right about me Scary things in my head I can't dream, man I just Woke up on the floor Oh, this plastic bed don't blow up no more In this broken home Everyone becomes predictable Oh, sometimes you're angry Sometimes you're hurting Sometimes you're all alone Sometimes I'm anxious Sometimes it makes me feel like there's only now I've been living at my lowest, it's safe to say Hope my little bit of hope don't fade away I've been living on an island made from faith Can't go running back to home I can't face her face