Blake Cateris - Days, Weeks, Months & Years Lyrics

I'm sick of working myself to the bone
Of spending my weekends all alone
Of keeping myself occupied
For fear of missing out on life
I'm gonna break free from this irony
I promise you're gonna see more of me
Can we talk about all of our hopes and dreams
Over strong coffee or a neat whisky

Cause the best nights are ones that no one plans
And the best friends are ones that understand

That I've been losing track of days, weeks, months and years
Fixated on my precious blood, sweat and tears
I've been asking tough questions of myself lately
Tryna talk less and listen more precisely

So bring on another Friday night
In someone's backyard or under city lights
We'll talk about how we should get a bag
Make new best friends and business plans
Now Everest is just a grain of sand
We're gonna feel f*cking good until we're f*cking sad
And the next day through my splitting headache
I'm gonna smile to myself and say "it's all ok"

Cause the best nights are ones that no one plans
And the best friends are ones that understand

That I've been losing track of days, weeks, months and years
Fixated on my precious blood, sweat and tears
I've been asking tough questions of myself lately
Tryna talk less and listen more precisely
Losing track of days, weeks, months and years
Following in footsteps that weren't quite clear
I've been asking tough questions of myself lately
Tryna talk less and listen more precisely

I've been landlocked in my comfort zone
Instead of setting sail into the unknown
I don't wanna watch the descending sun
While singing somebody else's song
Do you feel landlocked in your comfort zone
Instead of setting sail into the unknown
Do you wanna watch the descending sun
While marching to the beat of your very own drum

Are you losing track of days, weeks, months and years
Fixated on your precious blood, sweat and tears
Have you been asking tough questions of yourself lately
Tryna talk less and listen more precisely
Losing track of days, weeks, months and years
Following in footsteps that weren't quite clear
I've been asking tough questions of myself lately
Tryna talk less and listen more precisely