Follow food above my head
Hunger owns the world I know
Focus short of sight instead
Pay no mind of where I go
The temporal chase for what is just out of my own reach
Wanna try a little more
Think about the motivation
Hard to not say what's this for
Will I gain a realization
I'm not cut to be; i'm not cut to be someone great
And maybe I could read a map and run away and follow back
To the place where I started my journey away
'Cause honesty is in the air and honestly I never cared
For trying much more than I'd like to say
And maybe I will never stand upon the crass and be the man
Giving orders over all this confusion
'Cause all my sight is in response to the near and so nuanced
Goals I let become the world I know about
I'm told to slow myself down
Don't get so worked up over time
I'm a quarter gone but already long for moments left behind
How can I be settled when the dust is being peddled
To the air from every side of me
I just need to leave
And maybe I could read a map and run away and follow back
To the place where I started my journey away
'Cause honesty is in the air and honestly I never cared
For trying much more than I'd like to say
And maybe I will never stand upon the crass and be the man
Giving orders over all this confusion
'Cause all my sight is in response to the near and so nuanced
Goals I let become the world I know
And maybe I could sleep in late
And maybe I could learn to hate
Being someone you could have looked up to
But all my wanting need to pan off what I lust to what I can do