The Art of Letting Go
 The art of letting go
 Is losing all control
 I wanna find my piece again
 Maybe then I'll sleep again
 Waking up at 5am
 And find the light to breathe again
 Meditation, medication
 I think I might need some help
 Pick up living by the book but
 Then I'll have to read again
 When you stop looking that's right place for ya
 When you stop searching that's the right brain for ya
 Take a half a step away
 I'm feeling rather blessed today
 What happens happened yesterday

 The art of letting go
 Is losing all control
 On everything I hold
 The fear of view I know
 Is slowly getting old
 The more I grow the less I know

 It's easy to forget that we could breathe and reset
 But the first step is admittin' and acceptin' regret
 All this
 Internal dialogue, got me working like a dog
 I'm running lines of monologue, I'll pop another tylanol
 My, guilty conscience is a confident kid
 Perfecting my perspective isn't flipping a switch
 I've been, shining lights on all the demons I carry
 Maybe naming them 'll make them less scary
 We got Jimmy, we got Gary there goes Franky and Kary
 One is selfish one is greedy one is evil one is very
 Convincing that everything going on is my fault
 ? making sense of it all

 The art of letting go
 Is losing all control
 On everything I hold
 The fear of view I know
 Is slowly getting old
 The more I grow the less I know

 I know what's next doesn't matter
 So what really matters
 The answer happens after we find
 That we're all no more than matter and
 That nothing really matter so
 I guess it doesn't matter tonight

 What's next doesn't matter
 So what really matters
 That magic happens after we find
 That we're all no more than matter and
 That nothing really matter so
 I guess it doesn't matter tonight