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I'm looking at the palm of my hand and feel like I've lost faith
I'm looking at the slow flowing sand and I know that's too late
I feel like I'm throwing away the life I was gifted
I've burned all the bridges behind and ahead and I'm left here deserted
I grab the old journal I locked in the closet for safety
It's no picnic to read that my life has been nothing but vanity
Even worse is that yeah I'm a slack but there's no sign of progress
Plus I have to run thru is whole fucking country to apoligize to all my exes
The fast lane was overbooked
I'm taking the sightseeing route
I'm already there while you're/I'm figuring out just how to get started
I'm/you're already there waiting for you/me
I'm looking for a path I could finally recognize as my own
I'm looking for the right way to go and I'll do it in slowmo
The world isn't flat
Ultimately all roads lead back home
I already made it
I'm waiting here waving the checkered flag
'Cause the fast lane was overbooked
I'm taking the sightseeing route
I'm already there while you're/I'm figuring out just how to get started
I'm/you're already there waiting for you/me
Do you remember why you run away?
And what's the hustle and fuss about anyway?
Do you remember why you run away?
And you're going where?
I'm already there while you're/I'm figuring out just how to get started
I'm/you're already there waiting for you/me