It came to me like daylight, saw it in a past life
Held it in my palms as I reached for the divine
Waiting for a reason
If I could wake the sky up, tell it that I'm tired
Sick of having dreams where my lungs fill with fire
I could have some freedom
Need a better cover these days ‘stead of waking up calling his name
‘Stead of screamin' at the mirror tryna make something change
It’s too loud in my mind and too quiet in this bed, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don’t make me sink into it all again
I'm tired of being memory’s best friend
Posing for a picture of my youth
Stuck being nostalgia’s muse
Well, if my heart is healing, should I still have this feeling?
When I kiss his lips and it takes like I'm stealing
'Cause I don’t have the answers
And he’s waiting for the answers
Need a better story these days ‘stead of making up shit to save face
‘Stead of singing to my ego tryna make something change
It’s too loud in my mind and too quiet in this bed, ah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don’t make me sink into it all again
I'm tired of being memory’s best friend
Posing for a picture of my youth
Stuck being nostalgia’s muse
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