Yeah I might be a little bit outta my mind
Always chasing time
Should I ever put the pen to the pad again?
But being so far outta touch
Will give you a much different idea
Of what to root your happiness in
Not trying to waste the ink on the pages
Wanna see the look on everybody’s faces
It’s the simplest of needs, I know
But I just need to say this:

What if I go too far
And I can’t get back to where you are?
What if it takes more time,
Will you be there waiting, not looking for a reason why?

No, these aren’t the hands of an angel
I don’t wanna have to face the future
If it’s from under my table
Peace and sanity came to mind
But only for a brief time
Before they as well become a fable of
My own tales of tall cities
Large expanses and concrete backyards
To not enjoy it would be silly
Even at your lowest low
Just look at where you are

What if I go too far
And I can’t get back to where you are?
What if it takes more time,
Will you be there waiting, not looking for a reason why?

There’s a fine line between
Being outta your mind and seeing the potential
Investing yourself in just one thing
So I guess I messed it up
Must have kinda wandered off
I never even realized
It was barely just a fragment of
What to expect?
You’re never ready
But I guess it doesn’t really matter all that much
Told myself to hold steady
Stop using your doubt like a blinding crutch

What if I go too far
And I can’t get back to where you are?
What if it takes more time,
Will you be there waiting, not looking for a reason why?

What if I go too far
And I can’t get back to where you are?
What if it takes more time,
Will you be there waiting, not looking for a reason why?