What are these, expectations?
Considering what I’ve been through
And everything I did to you
The fact that either one of us
Is even remotely cordial to each other
Is a miracle undeserved yet gladly accepted
Time flies, and I began to forget
What it’s like to chase your soul
Down the darkest streets
The signs say road closed, but the way
To your heart will always be open
One way or another, I’ll figure out
How to make the happiness bloom
Out of the weeds, out of the gloom
Each day is another chance to be reminded
Of what you could have been
And what you chose to become
What are these, victories?
They expected you to be nothing, I recall
But no matter how far I fall
I fell in the right direction
No matter how many jobs I have
I’ll always be free from it all
When I put down my phone
And stop asking for peace
I’ll realize I already have it
And make most of it
Before I have to leave
