Текст песни Caught Up

In the city my mind's a mess.
No room to think, too fucking stressed.
It's hard to stop when you're obsessed.
Careful what I say, everyone's
So quick to judge me.
This kind of support
Isn't doing much for me.
I need a chance to think straight.
Take some time to contemplate
All the questions in my head.
Sometimes I get so caught up
I need to stop before I lose touch
And let my chances pass me by...
Without feelings compromised.
Without feeling so confined.Crimpshrine - Caught Up - http://ru.motolyrics.com/crimpshrine/caught-up-lyrics.html
With the city far behind.
Now I've left it all behind.
At least I've got my peace of mind.
I always knew I'd have to leave some day.
In the distance I can see the cars pass,
And garbage and broken glass trail out into the bay.
Thinking about what I want to do
With no one to tell me
Dreams can't come true.
I know they never will if I don't try.
Sometimes I get so caught up
I need to stop
Before I lose touch
And let my chances pass me by...