Life’s too short and I’m never present
So I’ll spark this one up
While we sit on the staircase of your apartment
We’re halfway done with it and
I can feel it now so it’s easier to live in the moment.
You asked me to stay for you
But I hate it here and sticking around
Would only lead to resentment.



Tuesdays are the best days
Where I talk to a lady
Who writes what I say onto a paper
And asks after 45 minutes,
“What are your plans for today?”
I give her the same answer,
“All work and no play.”
Anything to keep these thoughts at bay.




If being afraid is a crime, I’d be locked up forever.
So I fly high, away from everyone.
It sometimes makes me feel better.
I occasionally miss the way things were,
But when I look back on things,
We were never truly together.




Life’s too short and I’m never present.
So I’ll spark one up
While we sit on the staircase of your apartment.
We’re halfway done with it and
I can feel it now so it’s easier to live in the moment.




The present is a present, so why am
I always thinking too far ahead?
Work a job, train my *** off,
and sign up to another gym to
keep myself busy, but I end up
feeling like **** instead
Maybe I’ll feel better once I go to bed and rest my head.
If I go to sleep quick enough, I’ll forget about all those tears I shed.
I won’t cry over things I can’t control anymore.
It’s not like anybody knows what lies ahead.




Life’s too short and I want to be present.
I hate that I have to spark it up to live in the moment.
One day, I’ll be able to look back on things and feel content.
Laugh a little and feel a little less absent.
But for now, I’ll spark one up with you in the staircase of your apartment.
I’ll feel it soon and then I’ll be able to live in the moment.