Ever since I moved to LA

it's always been hurry and wait, worry and wait

And there’s always so much on my plate

Feels like I'm feeding my words with all my mistakes

And something is wrong with my timing

too early, too late to the party

So I'll call an Uber to take me home again

Now that I got my own place it feels like

it’s harder to breathe with all of the space

And I don't wanna push me away, I should be proud of myself

So why do I hate that I'm sorry for saying I'm sorry?

Right now even I wouldn't want me

but maybe tomorrow I might feel whole again

At home again

I don't care what I tell me, always find ways to judge me

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm scared, maybе I'm caught outta line

Thought that by now I’d be fine

But I'm busy chasing tomorrow

I'm еating and sleeping and breathing and living tomorrow

Got me thinking that it would

be different if it was tomorrow

I'm hoping and pleading that I might feel better tomorrow

But when is tomorrow?

I'm losing track of the time

like missing the fall when it's just the start of July

I can’t get out of my mind with all of the days

and the moments just passing me by

And I know that I might sound dramatic

but I wanna feel things when they happen

I just wish I could live in the present for once

I don't care what I tell me, always find ways to judge me

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm scared, maybe I'm caught outta line

Thought that by now I'd be fine

But I'm busy chasing tomorrow

I'm eating and sleeping and breathing and living tomorrow

Got me thinking that it would

be different if it was tomorrow

I'm hoping and pleading that I might feel better tomorrow

But when is tomorrow?

But I'm busy chasing tomorrow

I'm eating and sleeping and breathing and living tomorrow

Got me thinking that it would

be different if it was tomorrow

I'm hoping and pleading that I might feel better tomorrow

But when is tomorrow?