Next Week
I'm always saying that it's next week
Fingers on a map in the back seat
Reached for the bottle but it's empty
You looked back asked me
Should we take the highway or the back streets
Everything I do feels incomplete
I never answer
My thoughts are so blurred
Say you'll Believe it when you see it
I'll try to make it through the weekend
This time force myself to follow through
Someday I'll stop waiting for something to
Make me stick to the planes I made
And I won't turn away someday
I gotta work on thinking things through
Before I have something to say
Here I am in New York
Half my friends think I'm in LA
I'm so motivated but my commitment is failing
I'll change lanes leave questions hanging
A lack of patience
Say you'll Believe it when you see it
I'll try to make it through the weekend
This time force myself to follow through
Someday I'll stop waiting for something to
Make me stick to the planes I made
And I won't turn away someday
Ask the dust than repeat
Till it feels bitter sweet
And now I'm running from this wasted scene
But is it just another flight
I swear this time
It's next week
Next week
Next week woah
Someday I'll stop waiting for something to
Make me stick to the planes I made
And I won't turn away
Turn away yeah
Fingers on a map in the back seat
Reached for the bottle but it's empty
You looked back asked me
Should we take the highway or the back streets
Everything I do feels incomplete
I never answer
My thoughts are so blurred
Say you'll Believe it when you see it
I'll try to make it through the weekend
This time force myself to follow through
Someday I'll stop waiting for something to
Make me stick to the planes I made
And I won't turn away someday
I gotta work on thinking things through
Before I have something to say
Here I am in New York
Half my friends think I'm in LA
I'm so motivated but my commitment is failing
I'll change lanes leave questions hanging
A lack of patience
Say you'll Believe it when you see it
I'll try to make it through the weekend
This time force myself to follow through
Someday I'll stop waiting for something to
Make me stick to the planes I made
And I won't turn away someday
Ask the dust than repeat
Till it feels bitter sweet
And now I'm running from this wasted scene
But is it just another flight
I swear this time
It's next week
Next week
Next week woah
Someday I'll stop waiting for something to
Make me stick to the planes I made
And I won't turn away
Turn away yeah
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Writer(s): Matt Garrity
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