I know was being present was a blessing an a curse yeah
know it got better way before getting worse
Im still making sense
past tense futur simple
the promise of better pasture
seems worse than popping my pimples
oh bright lighted city where my love stays
I’ll stay thinking of you in my best and my worst days
If I didn’t move I wouldn’t have met you in the first place
happy to be here still
happy that you’re near still