How can you help like that and wonder where you've been?

I've been on a driving kick, it's making me be still, I'm going

Home, away, climb, you told me not too tired

We holy rollers in the middle of the shit

Pouring in our tired lights where self awareness sits and wears a

Rawbone ring

I can't get it to stay with me

Now that we're older maybe the truth will feel like like silk

And you won't have me still