I don't wanna be anything but honest and authentic anymore
If you wanna be anything but honest and authentic, there's the door
These calluses on my hands make me grateful for what I have and who I am
But I still have nights where I can't sleep
I find mistakes in my memories
And I play them on repeat
I don't want to feel nostalgic
I don't wish to reminisce
I want to stay here for as long as I can, and only think of this
I live for late night conversations around dining room tables
Keep me locked inside this moment and never let me go
I don't think I need anything but romance and someone next to me
But I'd like to believe that I'm alright alone for now, waiting patiently
And I'm not so insecure as I always used to be
And I'm still running, just not away from anything