Too Far - Tora

Mind over measure

Guidance under pressure

You were my home

Oh now I feel the prison

Calling from the quicksand

Let me let you about the time I walked into a bus ride

Fuckers took my hard drive

We got held up ages before I could mail her

Now my car was towed away the day before that

Course I couldn’t afford that

Which lead me to this bus ride

Where now I’ve got my hands tied

Mind over measure

Guidance under pressure

You were my home

Oh now I feel the prison

Calling from the quicksand

It’s in the moment don’t fit the timing now

Or the context and I’m up the walls

I’m only leading on what if felt like last time

It’s not what I wanted

Don’t feel the weight on you

Or the hope that you’ll learn from mine

I wouldn’t burden her if I’m not in my mind