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?