| Tell me what it was you think you missed the most
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| Was it the city lights reflecting off the coast?
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| Or my self-destructive style?
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| You could hear me sing for miles and miles and miles
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| About the hand that I was dealt being so unfair
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| Oh my god, just to think I’d be caught at square one once again
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| And I know how that sounds
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| But I swear to God that I’ll be coming back around again…
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| I think I’m almost fine for the first time in a long time
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| I’m finding out why none of this made sense when I was on my back
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| I started picking up the slack that I let float away over the past 365 days
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| We were spending late nights on the phone
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| After months without a single call back home
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| And for a second I thought you were making me okay
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| But, then I took a step back and remembered all the wasted days
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| Maybe everyone’s right, maybe I spent too much time
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| Collapsing in on myself
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| I think I’m done collapsing in on myself
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| I think I’m almost fine for the first time in a long time
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| I’m finding out why none of this made sense when I was on my back
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| I started picking up the slack that I let float away over the past 365 days
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| I’ll take a step out of my mind;
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| Draw open the blinds; |
| let the world back in once again
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| 'Cause I spent a summer making promises I never planned to keep
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| I spent the spring before in bed wanting nothing more than to stay asleep
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| She said, «Just settle down a little, settle down kid…
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| Just settle down a little, settle down…»
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| Alright, I’ll settle down a little, I’ll turn my shit around…
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| Yeah, I’ll settle down a little, and turn my shit around!
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| I think I’m almost fine for the first time in a long time
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| I’m finding out why none of this made sense when I was on my back
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| I started picking up the slack that I let float away over the past 365 days |