I'm really great at breaking good habits for no reason
Momentos all around
Life as empty sound
Willing myself to stay;
I end up far away
What keeps me running slower than I can
Is the fact that I can't be a perfect man.
One eye open further than the other one
pointless battles can never be won.
Will I remember everyone I have to?
The feelings of every moment I've gone through.
beating in unperfected time
