the pursuit of something not clearly defined
could lead you anywhere
i guess you could say it's better than nothing
i just wanted to flip the script, because the same shit
gets repeated over and over
and that's supposed to be enough
there's not really a name for my occasional lust,
occasional disgust
i was having these strange dreams
of my own memories playing like i was living them again
in a temporary moment i watched you
i woke up sort of nostalgic, sort of calm
i don't want to be practical, paper chasing every day
sleepless, always moving
if you look around you'll see the same truths
reflecting back at you
nothing disappears, just evolves
takes on a different form
chase it, and it will slip away
things that are constructed are always breakablethat's why i wonder how authentic people are
when so much of what we show the world
is just our own creation
i left everything i knew without a clear plan
just a restlessness and a desire for change
i wanted to control everything,
but it doesn't work like that
the more you let go the lighter you become
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