Running out of words.

Even tried my fair share, thought the devil may care, but I called him up, he’s not there. What does that mean? And I’m getting weary waiting for the harbor lights to change. I’ve forgotten what I do it for but I tread water just the same. Never let this pair of hands forget to pull their weight, this burden may be more than I would like to bear but still it’s less than I can take. - Sara Bareilles