The art of letting go
Is losing all control

I wanna find my peace again, maybe then I'll sleep again
Wakin' up at 5 Am 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'd have to read again
When you stop lookin', that's the right place for ya
When you stop searchin', 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 the unknown
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 admitting and accepting regret
All this internal dialogue has got me working like a dog
I'm running lines of monologue, I'll pop another tylenol
My guilty conscious is a confident kid
Perfecting my perspective isn't flipping a switch
I been shining lights on all the demons I carry
Maybe naming them will make them less scary
We got Jimmy, we got Gary, there goes Frankie and Carrie
One is selfish, one is greedy, one is evil, one is very
Convincing that everything that's going wrong is my fault
And Garret making sense of it all

The art of letting go
Is losing all control
On everything I hold
The fear of the unknown
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 matters
So I guess it doesn't matter tonight
What's next doesn't matter
So what really matters?
The magic happens after we find
That we're all no more than matter
And that nothing really matters
So I guess it doesn't matter tonight