FWIW - Cherry Lyrics

I can't function
I need a little bit of time
I'll be right here
I'm looking for someone
To be
With me
Still reaching cause my hands always empty
(Whoa-oa)
Weird kid, Weird name
Big fears, still untamed
Skinny kid with a temper
Talks shit to sound clever
My First bike had three wheels
No brakes so my arm bent
And it was then I learned how broken shit feels
Happy kid so naive
Growing up means realizations
Like why your dad moved to the couch
Or why your girl stopped hanging out
Or Why your friends don't call no more
Times change
Time
Moving round
3 different places
Under the year
No furniture, slept on the floor
There was no motivation
Til I found you
You told me to come through
Then you wanted me to stay
But I couldn't
We came back but it wasn't the same
Realized the mistake
Addicted to shade
Saw shit was fake
Was better for us
That that enough, to cut
My future, with us
I can't function
I need a little bit of time
I'll be right here
I'm looking for someone
To be
With me
Still reaching cause my hands always empty
(Whoa-oa)
I can't function
I need a little bit of time
I'll be right here
I'm looking for someone
To be
With me
Still reaching cause my hands always empty
(Whoa-oa)
I wouldn't throw 'em away
The moments that I would've traded
For anything - Feel like I'm goin insane
To say id debate trading today for the growing pains
Guards on my heart like a bowling lane
For a mind in the gutter
Time rollin away watch it go, yeah, it's smoother than butter
Lacking toasts for the tolerant
In retrospect I wasn't botherin
Seemed to be fewer eyes sobbing then
When me and the homies would mobb it in
480p, now it's you I see, when I stare at the reflection on TV
I wanna talk Stevie and Donald, Trump, Glover and Arnold
Never knew Trebec and blue could make for such a beautiful night in our world
Uh huh - i don't mean to dwell
But well I guess that I see it now
The days that we spend hold more meaning now
I love it but part of me's dreaming bout
Legos, Nintendo, ice cream, and shout
For the messes I made, the mornings when you were gone
And that chair that you slept in every day that I stayed home