(I spend most of my days, and most of my nights chasing tomorrow.)
I hate the things i do and all the shit i put you through. It’s tragic, i’m static.
I am the world’s worst, i am my own worst enemy, and i hate me…most days, i can’t believe i’m still here. Most day’s, i’m surprised.
You want a new lie/line/life, i wanna do what’s right by you, but I can’t seem to get my shit together, not ever, no matter, how hard i try. I never seem to get it right.
I’m sick of having you depend on me because i’ll let you down like i always do. I am the world’s worst, i am my own worst…it’s crazy you stuck with me. Most day’s, i can’t believe you’re still here. Most days, you cry.
You want a new lie/line/life, i wanna do what’s right by you, but I can’t seem to get my shit together, not ever, no matter, how hard i try. I never seem to get it right.
And through all the times we’ve had, i never saw what you saw in me. Through all the times we’ve tried, i never be what you needed of me but i wish, i were.
You want a new lie/line/life, i wanna do what’s right by you, but I can’t seem to get my shit together, not ever, no matter, how hard i try. I never seem to get it right.
I still remember, i still remember, i still remember, how i made you feel. I still remember, i still remember, i still remember, how i made you feel,once upon a time.