To differ anything that I might give to myself
The ending for anything that I might give away
Too tired, too sleepy for anything that I might give out
Yo, I should be sleeping
Instead I’m telling the drama about myself
Kind of like how am I supposed to give myself up
When I’m something that’s telling all my dreams are made up
I mean there’s some sort of promises - then they’re up and
Consciously I might not remain in love
But I swear it’s super promising this far
So important it isn’t made up
And if it was it served it’s purpose up
Shut the **** up and feel me through it
I’ve gotta sit back here just in case it
It’s filled with those anchors that mean… ****
I’m ready for it to be it
I’m gonna sleep now and promise that it’s rich
I’m seeing all these clouds now
They’re falling into my lap