Too Far Back
tryna be honest
tryna be a tough nut
Tryna stay calm but
I've just given up
the ghosts are free to
haunt the trees
are full of nests
the birds left a long time ago
I crack like bones
still here
The cut is full of rain and mud
you said the puddles look like tea
It makes a change to see the mist
but lately it's all too heavy
I'm sick of walking around
the same old fields are flat and dead
I miss a lot of things I know I shouldn't entertain
my stupid head with
It always feels like there's something better
Am I too far back now
can't expect to catch up to it
oh it always feels like I should have got there
somehow
by now
I'm still walking around like I've got time to lose
I know they aren't impressed not yet
I try so hard to prove I'm right
It's gonna work I'll make some money
They won't worry about my wasted time
To tell the truth the walls are always listening in
Art is meant to offend you
but I'll keep it sweet like cinnamon
Oh it always feels like there's something better
Am I too far back now, can't expect to catch up to it
Oh and it always feels like I should have got there somehow by now
I'm still walking around like I've got time to lose
How are you meant to ask yourself what kind of love is this?
When we're living in an apocalypse
I've got a license if nothing to big it up
when I'm shrunk and sunken in
Oh it always feel like there's something better
Am I too far back now I can't expect to catch up to it
Oh it always feels like I should have got there somehow by now
I'm still walking around like I've got time to lose
tryna be a tough nut
Tryna stay calm but
I've just given up
the ghosts are free to
haunt the trees
are full of nests
the birds left a long time ago
I crack like bones
still here
The cut is full of rain and mud
you said the puddles look like tea
It makes a change to see the mist
but lately it's all too heavy
I'm sick of walking around
the same old fields are flat and dead
I miss a lot of things I know I shouldn't entertain
my stupid head with
It always feels like there's something better
Am I too far back now
can't expect to catch up to it
oh it always feels like I should have got there
somehow
by now
I'm still walking around like I've got time to lose
I know they aren't impressed not yet
I try so hard to prove I'm right
It's gonna work I'll make some money
They won't worry about my wasted time
To tell the truth the walls are always listening in
Art is meant to offend you
but I'll keep it sweet like cinnamon
Oh it always feels like there's something better
Am I too far back now, can't expect to catch up to it
Oh and it always feels like I should have got there somehow by now
I'm still walking around like I've got time to lose
How are you meant to ask yourself what kind of love is this?
When we're living in an apocalypse
I've got a license if nothing to big it up
when I'm shrunk and sunken in
Oh it always feel like there's something better
Am I too far back now I can't expect to catch up to it
Oh it always feels like I should have got there somehow by now
I'm still walking around like I've got time to lose
Credits
Writer(s): Gina Leonard, Ryan Rogers
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