No one understands
Maybe they all do
I'm back and forth between the two
Loved making the plans
Hated the follow through
I'll contradict this in a few
Blame it on my mood
Which'll change this afternoon
Sooner than I'd like it to
Mucho gusto
I'd never talk to someone else the way I talk to myself
Blood pressure better make diamonds before I get help
How much of that is normal?
How about sleeping like a sixth grade summer?
Knots that have been forming in my stomach since formative years tied to each other
Why even care how anyone out there reacts to this?
Why can't it be enough to fall in love with the process?
After all, if all I ever wanted was to make this then I got it
If I give out enough will own it?
How long would I hold it?
Don't I understand?
The part you want to lose
Is what you yourself use to define
It's gonna take some time
(It's gonna take some time)
It's gonna take some time
(It's gonna take some time)
Much more than you had in mind
(Much more than you had in mind)
Try giving it some time
(Try giving it some time)
I'd never talk to someone else the way I talk to myself
Blood pressure better make diamonds before I get help
How much of that is normal?
How about sleeping like a sixth grade summer?
Knots that have been forming in my stomach since formative years tied to each other
And when I talk to someone else who does the same to themself
Make all the effort to make sure they know that there's help
How much of that is for me?
To hear it myself and believe finally?
Not like I've been working on it ever since formative years and still here trying