The art of letting go Is losing all control I wanna find my peace 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'd have to read again When you stop looking, that's the 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 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 tile in All 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 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 Garrett 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