Too much space took the best of us
Juggling a dozen knives that cut
Glad my hands finally gave that up
Dug myself into deeper graves
Now there's flowers growing in my place
Guess it's fine that I'm not the same
Comes natural, where I go
Moth to a flame
Breathe it out, 'cause I know
Every time I try to run from my mistakes
They catch up
Catch up
Heard a whisper to let it go
Buzzing through on a radio
Maybe it was you driving by
These wildfires are a saving grace
Clear the slate, yeah, it clears the space
'Cause sometimes I wanna blow away
Oh, woah
Comes natural, where I go
Moth to a flame
Breathe it out, 'cause I know
Every time I try to run from my mistakes
They catch up
Catch up
My mistakes
They catch up
Go on and catch me
'Cause I'm so tired tryna run from my mistakes
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