"Half Past Three" lyrics

I'm sick of missing out
Feeling like I'm beaten down
I'm telling you, I'm tired of losing
Like I'm underneath
The uncontrollable things
I'm running sprints
But I ain't ever moving

And it reduces me to a crawl
And I just can't seem
To deal with it all

I just want something
That I can hold that doesn't break
I'm going 95 for no good reason
Down the interstate
Cuz your dog gets sick
And your parents get old
And everything that used to stick
Well, I just can't seem to hold on to them

And the world's ablaze
Everybody's got something to say
And hope is getting pushed to the fringes
And I'm filled with doubt
And feeling like nothin' ever gets done around here
The doors are hanging on the hinges

I just want something
That I can hold that doesn't break
I'm going 95 for no good reason
Down the interstate
Cuz your dog gets sick
And your parents get old
And everything that used to stick
Well, I just can't seem to hold on to them

He was a brother to me
And just like that he's gone
I'll never know what made him do it
If there was something I could've done
More for him

But then it's half past three
And I'm laying awake
And you're sleeping next to me
And the rain hits the street
You put your hand on my chest
And I pull you into me