"Seahawk" lyrics
I get close enough to touch it then I throw it all away
And then it hits me after, but there's no flag on the play
Maybe winning makes me nervous, maybe losing feels like home
Or is it just a habit that I cannot break alone?
I touch what I've been chasing just to prove it's not a dream
And then I sabotage the ending like it's never meant to be
When I get there on the goal line I just lose the need to think
If the high's within my reach, then I'm already on the brink
But it's hard to keep my head on the floor
When there's money to the ceiling
It's hard to keep my head from checking the score
With a past that still needs healing
There's blue on my green like a Seahawk
Spend it all today
The money is like second down from the one
With Marshawn — I think I'm gone — just throw it away
I don't count it when I have it — I just count it when it's gone
I'm addicted to the feeling that I'm close, but never won
When the scoreboard's in my favor — somehow I still lose the lead
There's a thrill in turning certain into something I don't need
I touch what I've been chasing just to prove it's not a dream
And then I sabotage the ending like it's never meant to be
When I get there on the goal line I just lose the need to think
If the high's within my reach, then I'm already on the brink
But it's hard to keep my head on the floor
When there's money to the ceiling
It's hard to keep my head from checking the score
With a past that still needs healing
There's blue on my green like a Seahawk
Spend it all today
The money is like second down from the one
With Marshawn — I think I'm gone — just throw it away
All this money in my circle — why I gotta finish first?
Why must I accept the blessing and then treat it like it's cursed
And throw it all away
And then it hits me after, but there's no flag on the play
Maybe winning makes me nervous, maybe losing feels like home
Or is it just a habit that I cannot break alone?
I touch what I've been chasing just to prove it's not a dream
And then I sabotage the ending like it's never meant to be
When I get there on the goal line I just lose the need to think
If the high's within my reach, then I'm already on the brink
But it's hard to keep my head on the floor
When there's money to the ceiling
It's hard to keep my head from checking the score
With a past that still needs healing
There's blue on my green like a Seahawk
Spend it all today
The money is like second down from the one
With Marshawn — I think I'm gone — just throw it away
I don't count it when I have it — I just count it when it's gone
I'm addicted to the feeling that I'm close, but never won
When the scoreboard's in my favor — somehow I still lose the lead
There's a thrill in turning certain into something I don't need
I touch what I've been chasing just to prove it's not a dream
And then I sabotage the ending like it's never meant to be
When I get there on the goal line I just lose the need to think
If the high's within my reach, then I'm already on the brink
But it's hard to keep my head on the floor
When there's money to the ceiling
It's hard to keep my head from checking the score
With a past that still needs healing
There's blue on my green like a Seahawk
Spend it all today
The money is like second down from the one
With Marshawn — I think I'm gone — just throw it away
All this money in my circle — why I gotta finish first?
Why must I accept the blessing and then treat it like it's cursed
And throw it all away
