reprobate

Promise this week I’ll do
All the things last week I meant to do
Promise this week I’ll do
All the things last week I meant to do
And in the stars out my window
I see plans and places
I could go
The energy lifts all around
I’m a spirit when I live this sound
It’s the only thing to take me outta here
The fog on my window now clears
I’ll try and quit the escape and never fear it
No longer try and take the wheel
Yet never steer it
When all I learned about myself set me free
But the weight of it ended m
Promise this week I’ll do
All the things last week I meant to do
Promis this week I’ll do
Promise this year I’ll do
All the things last year I meant to do
An infestation of loud insects
Taking up my space but never paying rent
Just like my past self living check to check
Stayin' on sofas and sleepin' on debts
When you’re careless you’re free to a degree
You live in romantic while others take your fees
You break out of the shell more stuck
And try and make up for all you took
I see a life out the window
So many plans and places
I could go
I see a life out the window
So many plans and places
I could go
Well, I could go
Promise this week I’ll do
All the things last week I meant to do
Promise this week I’ll do
All the things last week I meant to do
And in the stars out my window
I see plans and places
I could go
Now I’m in the comfort of bare bone living
Don’t need big riches, just enough to be giving
To all I owe for others and myself
Just to pay for daily gravity and health
The quiet strangers are the saviors of the earth
Those who don’t need validation or a needy soul search
Them who play their part for nothing in return
Those content within their role who never always yearn