It's not the same thing

Going back and forth, like pacing

There's no fucking point in racing

Cuz what is for me will come in the end

Second chances

Countin' all em up, it's taxing

But I have learned that to relax is

To release all that's all out my control

Maybe I should wait

Or I could just go

Should I take a break?

I don't even know

It's a passing fad?

Maybe something more

I don't even, I don't even know

I don't even know

Second chances

I've already gone that way

Self enchantment

I'm already in the phase

No more antics

I ain't the one for the chase

Cuz it's not the same way or thing, yeah

Cuz it's not the same way or thing, yeah

(What eye leave behind has a life of its own

I've said this about poetry, I've said it about children

Well, in a sense, I'm saying it about the very artifact of who eye have been)

Maybe I should wait

Or I could just go

Should I take a break?

I don't even know

It's a passing fad?

Maybe something more

I don't even, I don't even know

I don't even know