I can't predict the future
I can't forget the past
Don't really think about the everlasting consequences of
Every action
Can't take any of them back
Don't go wishing for miracles
F*ck my perspective
It's not important
What really matters is we're all where we're supposed to be, like
Always numb and dreaming of smoking guns and
Things not in motion
It all feels so satirical
Ghosts please don't stop me now
Most of me is much too loud
Lies are things that can't be allowed
Life is hard beneath the clouds
Not feeling broken yet
What doesn't break me makes me
Weak in all the broken places
Don't make me feel the same
I won't stay this way
I won't stay the same
Life always finds a way
Ghosts please don't stop me now
Most of me is much too loud
Lies are things that can't be allowed
Life is hard beneath the clouds