Ever since I moved to LA, it’s always been hurry and wait, worry and wait
And there’s always so much on my plate
Feels like I’m feeding my words with all my mistakes
And something is wrong with my timing, too early, too late to the party
So I’ll call an Uber to take me home again
Now that I got my own place it feels like it’s harder to breathe with all of the space
And I don’t wanna push me away, I should be proud of myself
So why do I hate that I’m sorry for saying I’m sorry?
Right now even I wouldn’t want me, but maybe tomorrow I might feel whole again
At home again
I don’t care what I tell me, always find ways to judge me
Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m scared, maybе I’m caught outta line
Thought that by now I’d be fine
But I’m busy chasing tomorrow
I’m еating and sleeping and breathing and living tomorrow
Got me thinking that it would be different if it was tomorrow
I’m hoping and pleading that I might feel better tomorrow
But when is tomorrow?
I’m losing track of the time, like missing the fall when it’s just the start of July
I can’t get out of my mind with all of the days and the moments just passing me by
And I know that I might sound dramatic, but I wanna feel things when they happen
I just wish I could live in the present for once
I don’t care what I tell me, always find ways to judge me
Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m scared, maybe I’m caught outta line
Thought that by now I’d be fine
But I’m busy chasing tomorrow
I’m eating and sleeping and breathing and living tomorrow
Got me thinking that it would be different if it was tomorrow
I’m hoping and pleading that I might feel better tomorrow
But when is tomorrow?
But I’m busy chasing tomorrow
I’m eating and sleeping and breathing and living tomorrow
Got me thinking that it would be different if it was tomorrow
I’m hoping and pleading that I might feel better tomorrow
But when is tomorrow?
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