I can't make this better.
It's already ruined me.
Remembered by the slips in my conscious,
I fell down the stairwell,
Carried myself to the street.
Forgotten names at three in the morning
But it stays with me
I believe there's something left in me to see.
I just keep getting lost in the moment.
A part of me gets swept away.
I can see the better parts of you in me.
I just keep wavering in the moment.
It's catching up too quick.
Am i giving it all that it's worth?
Am i giving it all that i've got left?
I believe there's something left in me to see.
I need to get a grasp on this moment.
It's far from over.
I wander in speech,
Just wait till it's done,
I'm chasing a feeling that i don't need.
I'm probably best to let it breathe.
I'll let it catch up eventually.
