i have a problem with thinking ahead
placing myself in a vague position that reality may not have a part of
knowing what i'd say or do to keep you from fading away
stuck in between freedom and obligation

you told me we'd walk on beaches
so i hope the hour glass is filled with the thousands of grains we sunk into

i'll always have a problem with thinking ahead
so i'll day dream about the future even if i get a rude awakening
whatever keeps me from the tide taking me in its whys and what i did wrongs