Could I write my way out of the desert
Could I fight my way out of the desert
Could I think my way out of the desert
Would it make me better or lesser

I used to take pride in the words I write
Now I try to keep quiet lest I misuse a synonym
I used to go to work with a secret smile
Now I’m trying not to choke on the bile

Could I think my way out of the desert
Could I drink my way out of the desert
Could I drug my way out of the desert
Would it make me better or lesser

I used to have a plan that I couldn’t speak
It was less of a map, more of a belief
But every time I turned on a quiet street
There was no secret mission, no heroic feat
I believed, I believed, I believed myself dry
Cause I loved myself dry, and I hugged myself dry
And I dreamed myself dry, and I hoped myself dry
Till I found myself high in the desert

Could I make my way out of the desert
Could I fake my way out of the desert
Could I dig my way out of the desert
Would it make me better or
Make me better or
Make me better or
Make me better or

I just wanna lie down
And melt
Into a puddle
Drain into the ground
So all my particles can go their own way
Find a little spot
Maybe party with some
Grain of sand
And then evaporate into the sky
Rain over Toronto
Cause we’re like 70% water, right
I just, I just
I just don’t wanna move right now, ugh

Could I write my way out of the desert
Could I fight my way out of the desert
Could I think my way out of the desert

Could I think my way out of the desert
Could I drink my way out of the desert
Could I make my way out of the desert

Could I make my way out of the desert
If I fake my way out of the desert
Could I dig my way out of the desert
Or will I be digging forever