They tell me to wait
Because if good things are meant
To happen
They will
And I know, but it's so hard to go with the flow
When my flow is like a thunderstorm
In the middle of the ocean
And my ship is sinking
I keep thinking and asking myself
Thousands of questions per second
And I can feel the feelings
Made by every bad scenario in my head
And all I can do is wait
Because this ship is sinking anyway
And I won't wait for you to fill the holes
Because there are so many, you can see right through me
But I accept this shape, is part of who I am
But at least now I can feel real
And not like a ghost
I'm not the best but pretty sure I'm not
I'm not the f*cking worst