9pm on a Sunday

Don't wanna disappoint the people that believe in me the most
But I'm losing track of everything, there's so much left to go
Just need a little bit of clarity, a little bit of sense
But it seems that I repel it, so I'm wishing you the best
I got nothing on my mind today, I think I'll be okay
Feeling a bit better than I did just yesterday
Tryna find the words I meant to say but never got the chance
Hear the rain falling down, oh, how it puts me in a trance

In the outside inside
No one on the same side
Tryna find the truth, but I'm only hearing the same lies
Remember when I used to spend my nights just getting so high
But now I can't smoke without thinking about my ghosts
And the things that I don't know they seem to govern all my actions
Never satisfied with settling, perfecting, never practice
And the worst part is I feel that I am running out of time
Need to figure out my shit so I can leave it all behind

And I'm sorry to you
I had problems of my own, I couldn't find the time for you
So I'm sorry to you
Maybe in the future, I could be the one for you



Credits
Writer(s): Khai Duong, Rowen Westervelt
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