your old street

I'm feeling pretty good, for a Monday
Hadn't felt this way in a couple years
Spent time wanting to be cool
Searching for some holy ghost, which made me act a fool

And hey, I took a vacation
I needed some time to discover inspiration
You should know exactly how that feels
Time, as they say, will all things heal

I could've been stronger, could've leaned in harder
But the world kept paying bribes to quit
Cause rent ain't cheap, your old friends left
And Facebook's a feed of conspiracies
But I still get them memories
When I pass by your old street, mm-mm

Used to think there was nothing left to find
That I didn't find on a train in downtown Vienna
Then I exorcised my demons
Survived only by the pieces I picked up and aided, or tried

I swear to God, or whatever you believe in
I've not been this happy since I was seventeen
Where was that holy ghost? It doesn't really matter anymore
I learned to live when I stopped
Keeping score